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... she expected. With a sigh that gouged out the bottom of her lungs, she lifted her face, catching a stray beam of sunlight that filtered down from far above. They had wandered close to the surface again, it seemed. Fled, in all honesty. After days of the stale, false light of Mana, the natural sunlight was a balm to her spirits.
The tunnels were wet and dark and smelled like the wrong end of the worst sort of monsters. She could do with a little light.
She shifted herself, trying ...
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