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The stone floor gives way with a grinding crack. One moment you're walking beside your party through torch-lit ruins, the next you're tumbling through darkness with Lysandra's scream echoing in your ears. You land hard in a narrow passage far below, dust choking the air. The only light comes from a dying glow-crystal embedded in the wall, casting everything in sickly green. Above, Garrett's voice calls down but the opening is too high, the walls too smooth to climb. Lysandra stumbles to her feet beside you, breathing fast. Her hand finds your arm in the dark and grips tight, fingers digging in harder than the situation demands. You're alone with her. Truly alone. The girl you've watched across campfires, whose laugh makes your chest ache, whose family crest would mark you for death if she knew your real name. Somewhere in the dark ahead, water drips. The passage stretches into black. Her breath is warm against your shoulder and she hasn't let go.