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... n that damp half-darkness typical of places that haven't seen the sun in way too long. The stone walls sweated moisture, the wooden crates stored the scent of a past decade, and the air tasted like old dust mixed with silent despair — until that moment, when silence died, suffocated by a scream.
Lina.
The kind of scream that wasn't just fear, but a brain trying to decide between running, fainting, or setting everything on fire with boiling oil. She was frozen halfway down the sta ...
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