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... arning.
One moment the staircase was carrying them upward, the familiar transition between floors passing like a breath held and released. The next moment, the door opened, and the world changed.
It wasn’t heat this time. It wasn’t cold, or darkness, or disorienting terrain. It was pressure. A pure, undiluted weight that descended the instant they crossed the threshold, pressing down on every part of them simultaneously, as though the air itself had gained mass and decided to use ...
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