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Chapter 118: The Angkor Vault

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[The Angkor Vault]

The humid weight of the Cambodian jungle felt different than the neon heat of Pattaya. Here, the air was ancient, thick with the scent of damp moss, decaying vegetation, and the irony tang of stone that had breathed for a thousand years. The cicadas screamed in a rhythmic, deafening pulse, a natural alarm system that seemed to acknowledge the arrival of the ghosts of the Lu-Sheng line.

Panni woke with her face pressed against the cool, porous surface of a sandstone floor. Her head throbbed from the sedative, a rhythmic drumbeat that matched the distant chanting echoing through the halls. She wasn't in a cell. She was in a vast, open-air gallery of a temple that time and the jungle had tried to reclaim—Ta Prohm, the place where trees grew through the hearts of gods.

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