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Chapter 63: Team Assembled?
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... e hallway as we climb the steps to the fourth floor. The air thickens with every step, heavy with the scent of dust, blood, and the sickly-sweet tang of sap. The roots are denser here, writhing from the cracks in the walls and curling around the banisters, pulsing faintly as if they're breathing with us. Disgusting power. freёweɓnovel.com
The staircase feels endless, the shadows deepening with each landing. The proctor's power warps the architecture, stretching the corridors so that ever ...
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