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The Heart Chamber

At the very bottom, they reached it. A massive, cracked stone dome, pulsing faintly. In the center: a pedestal, and something resting on it. Not a creature. Not a statue. A shape—twisting, changing, alive and not. “It’s… breathing,” Eddie said. Carla stepped closer, the air thick and electric. This was the source. The hollow beneath everything. And it had been waiting.
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