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The descent into the mine's lower levels was a harrowing ballet of trust and terror. Lucien, his shifted form surprisingly agile in the cramped shaft, guided Elara's every footfall, his low rumbles a constant reassurance in the echoing darkness. Goldie remained surprisingly quiet, as if sensing the precariousness of their situation.
They emerged in