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... d mildew, and a mist exuding its own cold light hung at ankle length. It flowed over the ground like a river, and felt cold as ice through my armor.
Casimir was right behind me. He’d produced a lantern of a strange design, with silver vines worked onto its cage and a light that seemed no warmer than the shadows it chased away.
“The way is shut,” he said in his eerie hiss.
I stared at the strange tunnel. “We’re where I think we are?”
“Near enough, but we are still ...
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