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... ough the thick canopy as Raven emerged from the Vault of the Rootbound. The dungeon’s twisted roots and spectral shadows gave way to the open calm of a lush meadow, painted in late-afternoon gold.
An hour had passed, but it felt like no time at all. The world outside hadn’t waited.
He took a breath.
The air was fresh. Too fresh.
The scent of grass and wildflowers filled his lungs—but it was wrong. Too clean. Too innocent. His body, tuned to the Vault’s endless dan ...
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