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... e now—it was a steady current, a low, living thrum that made the edges of his senses feel sharper. Every shift of the silk under his boots, every faint tremor in the air above, every whisper of movement down the winding tunnels—he could feel it without looking. The platform bled seamlessly into the bridge ahead, and as Allen stepped forward, the silk reshaped itself to meet him, threads unspooling from the shadows and weaving a walkway in real time. It was like the Hollow was guiding him somewhe ...
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