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Chapter Sixty-One: The Sleeping Kingdom
Author: Pure moon
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The chamber floor gave way entirely, not in violent collapse but in a slow, deliberate sinking, as though the mountain itself had simply decided, after generations of holding its breath, to finally exhale.

Kael caught Mira's arm as the stone beneath them tilted, Torv scrambling for purchase against a wall that had begun sliding away into darkness below. Rat's torch tumbled from his grip, falling for what felt like considerably longer than the chamber's modest height should have allowed before f
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