The Weight of Shadows

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Episode 7: The Weight of Shadows The air in the passage feels heavier now, thick with the damp rot of stone and something else Elias can’t name, a sour tang that sticks to the back of his throat. His boots slip on the uneven ground, a thin sheen of moisture coating every surface, making each step a gamble. The key in his hand feels like a live wire, buzzing with a heat that shouldn’t be there, its jagged edges biting into his palm. He doesn’t look at Rylan, but he feels the man’s presence behind him, a shadow that presses too close, the soft scuff of his boots a constant reminder of eyes on his back. “Slow down,” Rylan mutters, his voice low, edged with irritation. “You’re gonna trip and crack your damn head open.” Elias doesn’t answer. He can’t. Every muscle in his body is wound tight, braced for something he can’t see but knows is coming. The passage slopes steeper now, the walls narrowing until they brush against his shoulders, cold and slimy, like the skin of something long dead. The faint drip of water echoes somewhere ahead, a slow, maddening rhythm that sets his teeth on edge. He shifts the key to his other hand, wiping the sweat off his palm onto his torn shirt, the fabric...