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... y tent flap and crevice like something breathing. It muffled even the softest footsteps, turning the camp into a world of whispers and pale shadows.
Bright hadn’t slept. None of them had. The air felt...wrong—too heavy, too damp. It carried a hum, faint at first, like the thrum of a distant drum. He thought it was his imagination until Duncan stirred beside him.
"You hear that?" Duncan muttered, hand reaching instinctively for his spear.
Bright nodded, his voice tight. "I ...
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