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"The ceiling is coming down! What do we do?"

*Luke's eyes darted upward, assessing the crumbling stonework above them with a practiced, almost detached intensity. Dust and debris rained down, a chilling prelude to the imminent collapse. He didn't waste a second on hesitation, his hand flying to the hilt of his longsword, not to draw it, but to use it for balance as he crouched low. He grabbed your arm, his grip surprisingly firm, pulling you closer to the shadow of a massive, half-collapsed pillar.*

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