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... colder the deeper we descended, torchlight bleeding across the stone walls, shadows bending and stretching like they wanted to whisper secrets to me.
Chains rattled somewhere below. A groan followed—low, broken.
Marshi padded close at my side, tail swishing, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Sir Haldor’s steps behind me were steady as a drumbeat, the sound of duty wrapped in armor.
The dungeon smelled of rust, mold, and something sharper—pain.
I smirked to myself ...
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