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Chapter 119: The Hollow Below

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The staircase swallowed sound. Each step down stripped the world of something familiar—first the light, then the warmth, then the sense of time. Maxwell moved close behind me, but even his breathing sounded distant, muffled by the oppressive weight of the descent.

The deeper we went, the more I could feel it pressing inward. Like the walls weren’t made of stone at all, but of memory. Of something waiting.

I touched the glyphs that flickered faintly along the tunnel’s edge, symbols glowing for only a heartbeat before vanishing. This wasn’t language. It was a warning. Or maybe confession.

Maxwell’s voice was barely audible behind me. “Lena… if this place changes you…”

I stopped and turned slightly, enough to catch his shadow. “You’ll remind me.”

“I’ll drag you out.”

I wanted to believe that was possible. I wanted to believe anything could drag me out if I stepped too far.

After what felt like hours, the staircase ended in a wide, circular chamber. The floor was smooth, unlike the rest o
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