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Stone groaned once—low, deep—then folded inward as the chamber collapsed into itself. The ground beneath them broke into slabs and falling debris, the entire space tearing downward toward the abyss below.
Don moved before thought finished forming.
The world fractured into trajectories and failure points. Falling stone. Spreading vines. The ruined tunnel ahead—half-buried already, its mouth choking shut as more debris slid into it.
No clean exit. No safe dro ...
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