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... aves swallowed light — gradually, then completely. The Nightstalker passive adjusted, thermal vision recalibrating from the cold grey of the dead zone to the deeper cold of stone that hadn’t felt sunlight in centuries. The walls resolved in false color — blue-black granite, dense, seamless, cut with a precision that made the Kobolds’ tunnel work look like finger painting.
The ceiling was twelve feet high.
Runt stopped. Looked up. Measured the space above his head — six feet of cl ...
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