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... sealed.
That nothing human could survive down there.
But we weren’t looking for humans.
We were looking for her.
The catacombs under Old Town were once burial chambers—then a resistance base, then just legend.
Now, they were just rot and echoes.
But someone had seen her.
A silhouette with red ribbons in her hair. Carrying a candle that never went out.
I knew it was Alma.
I had to believe it was Alma.
The descent was ...
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