Chapter120 What if this whole dungeon is one giant snare?

Vesper’s POV

I spun around so fast. The corridor was pitch black except for that single weak slit of moonlight high above, and the stench down here was thick enough to choke on—old blood, piss, fear, and something metallic that clung to the back of my throat.

I couldn’t see shit, but I could smell...

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