The moment they stepped through the old sanatorium's entrance, the heavy smell of mildew and burning filled the air, thick and suffocating. The odor clung to the back of her throat, a blend of decades-old decay and fresh destruction. The stairwell was dark, lit only by the flickering orange light from the third floor, casting eerie, shifting shadows across the cracked walls and broken tiles. Dust particles swirled in the dim glow, disturbed by their footsteps, dancing like ghosts in the firelight.Dominic walked ahead, his tall frame blocking the view above. He didn't look back, but his hand reached behind him with unerring precision, his fingers closing around Avery's wrist. His palm was scorching hot, his grip steady, a silent anchor in the darkness. The heat of his touch cut through the cold of the abandoned building, grounding her.
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