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... eon’s maw, each tread grinding under Eli’s bare feet, cold as a grave’s embrace. The torch in her hand sputtered, casting jagged shadows that crawled across the damp stone walls like wounded insects. The deeper she went, the more the air thickened—first musty with old earth, then sour with mold, and finally something sharper, acidic, a copper tang that clung to the back of her throat. Blood. Or its ghost.
Her nightgown stuck to her skin, soaked in sweat and humid , the fabric so thin it ...
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