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... testine. Each wall seemed to beat to its own rhythm. It was no longer a hallway: it was a breath. A warm, damp throat, slicked with an undefinable fluid that oozed from the walls, pooled on the ground, and formed greasy puddles beneath our feet.
I stayed silent. Not a single order, not a word. I no longer needed to speak for them to obey. Since the split with Kal, every breath I took was proof of my authority. And in that environment—humid, obscene, unforgiving—they needed me like someon ...
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