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... ed the room to watch. Roots veined the tile in blue and the tunnel shouldered downward, one shallow step at a time. The air got colder. I breathed through my mouth and tasted pennies and mold.
Level Two it felt like a slightly better jacket. Grip felt surer. Feet felt quicker. The duct-taped kitchen knife still looked like a joke, but it sat in my hand like it was willing to try. Inventory hovered if I thought about it—pack, broken mace, half-ripped guild patch—proof I could show someone ...
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