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... o be a subway hub. Pillars bowed under roots fat as tree trunks. Benches lay crushed, tiles lifted into ridges. Blue crap leaked out of every seam. The air had weight. It pressed on my skin, on my lungs, until my knees bent like I was auditioning for prayer.
The Guardian didn’t roar. It... sighed. Like the whole dungeon had asthma. The walls flexed with it. My knees bent on their own like they were auditioning for prayer.
[Warning: Mana pressure elevated. Symptoms may include epi ...
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