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... on and I moved, swift but measured, our boots scraping against damp stone as we threaded our way through the collapsing ruin. The thing in the shadows—a half-formed apparition, neither fully real nor entirely illusion—whispered at our backs. It flickered in and out of form, a crawling amalgamation of void-dark tendrils and faceless half-shapes that seemed to strain against the very fabric of existence. Each time it almost took shape, it unraveled again, caught in some unseen force that refused t ...
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