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... was his or something else’s. It had dried halfway, crusting over his abdomen like a guilt he hadn’t earned but was stuck carrying anyway.
The tunnel ahead didn’t so much stretch as lean into him—dark and quiet, too quiet. Dirt pressed inward from all sides, and the silence wasn’t passive. It listened. It judged.
Zza was quiet behind him. Her footfalls were light, but the scent she carried gave her away—pollen and cracked shell and something else. Something that had watched someon ...
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