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... rough the stone like a draft that had learned to lie. It tugged on Hollow’s ribs and made him correct mid-flight, wings canting, skull ticking to keep balance.
"Vent failure," I said. "Backflow from the core."
"Leak?" Cael asked, eyes already measuring corners.
"Or someone turned the baffle," I said. "We’re being steered."
He looked down the right branch where old ward stenciling pointed us like polite arrows, nearly worn away by boots. The left path wore fresh ch ...
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