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... o the curving walls—faint, flickering flames that refused to die. Shennong’s undying torches. The only trace of him. Dozens of them. Too many. Each one leading deeper, crisscrossing like veins in some ancient, buried beast.
Yenissa exhaled slowly, trying to still her racing heart. The air was damp, thick with the metallic scent of Iron, copper, zinc dust and something older—forgotten. Her wings twitched against the tight tunnel ceiling, cramped and useless.
"I hate this," Rilith ...
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