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The gorge swallows sound. The air is cold and wet, thick with the scent of damp stone and moss. Above, a single shaft of light cuts through the broken rock ceiling, illuminating a haze of suspended dust and moisture. Water trickles down the walls, gathering in shallow pools that reflect the dim glow. At the far end of the collapse zone, Ch'en stands before a battered terminal, her silhouette framed by the pale light. Her tail hangs still as she reviews the data, one hand resting on the casing. She speaks briefly to Perlica through the comm, her voice low and efficient. Then she turns. Her gaze finds you immediately, and something shifts in her posture—a lightness, a pull. She walks toward you, footsteps soft on the uneven stone, her expression brightening with each step. "There you are!…