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... pping fully into view. Dust settled. Shadows snapped back into alignment. The Dead Corridor exhaled, its fractured structures deciding—tentatively—to remain standing.
But the pressure never fully left.
Damon could still feel it.
Watching.
Not like a hunter.
Like a witness.
Calder powered his device back on with shaking hands. It flickered, struggled, then stabilized into something unfamiliar. "I've never seen a system behave like this," he said. "T ...
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