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The tip of the lantern glass cracked under the pressure of Elias’s thumb, a thin web of fracture that caught the guttering light and threw it in jagged shards against the damp concrete wall. He did not pull his hand away; instead, he watched the oil drip, a single, viscous bead forming at the edge of the rim, hanging there with the weight of a suspended judgment before it fell to the floor with...
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