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... h of the forest area dungeon
The air in the upper tunnels of the forgotten dungeon was stale, thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of old water. It was a silence that felt heavy, watchful. That silence was now broken by the methodical clank of armored boots and the low murmur of tense voices.
A column of thirty figures moved with practiced caution. At its heart was a mix of hardened knights in Solarian steel and professional adventurers in reinforced leathers a ...
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