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... rimary transit artery of the labyrinth, the rhythmic and desperate clang of metal striking stone echoed like a frantic heartbeat.
Sia Vance was losing ground.
Her silver-white hair was normally tied back in a neat ponytail. Right now it was matted with sweat and grime, clinging to the sides of her pale face.
Her silver-grey eyes darted back and forth to track the shifting shadows that seemed to bleed out of the cavern walls.
She gripped the handles of her heavy ir ...
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