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... per within the cave, distant at first, then dragging toward us like something being born. Wet. Cracked. Twisted. It was as if the mountain had a throat, and it had just cleared it. The noise echoed up through the stone and spine alike. I froze mid-step. My breath caught, not out of fear but instinct. Old, ancient instinct. The kind I hadn’t felt since my turning. It told me to run. It screamed at me to get out. Dante muttered something in a dead tongue, but Rolan was the one who spoke first. Voi ...
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