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... ne were lifting heavy cloth from his senses. The weight was still there, pressing on his chest, curling behind his ears. But sight returned first, faint torchlight flickering to life, one flame at a time.
He stood upright.
Boots on stone.
Slick. Damp. Cold.
And the smell—
Blood, rot, and something older than either. The kind of stench that stuck behind your teeth.
His eyes adjusted slowly.
Stone walls rose around him like the insides of a t ...
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