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The Descent
The ancient door groaned as it slid open, revealing a spiraling staircase carved deep into the rock. Cold air rushed from below, carrying the scent of damp stone and something else, something forgotten.
The boy hesitated at the threshold. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back.
But he couldn't.
His mother was in the Obsidian To