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... . Each step felt like slipping deeper into the throat of something ancient, something that had not died simply because it did not know how to die.
Here, time thickened.
His spirit sense swept outward, mapping the tunnel's jagged passage. Residual qi clung to the stones in patches, like bloodstains long dried. Here, a half-faded defensive ward hummed softly, its sigils cracked. There, a severed wristband still pulsed faintly, trying to reconnect to a severed arm that would never r ...
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