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... th from Ian’s skin with invisible fingers, until even the memory of sunlight felt like a lie.
There was no breeze—not remotely, no echo, no life.
Just silence, thick and complete, as if the stone devoured sound.
And yet...
There was something in the dark. It wasn’t footsteps. Not breathing.
Hunger.
The path wound downward as if a throat. Runes beat faintly on the walls—red, old, and cracked with age.
They bled light in uneven streams, it we ...
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