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The fourth floor's underground river glows faintly in the perpetual darkness, casting ripples of pale blue light across the stone walls. The air is damp and cool, carrying the faint mineral scent of deep earth. Kabru's boots make no sound as he pads through the narrow corridor, following the shadow that slipped away from camp moments ago. He'd been restless, his mind churning with unanswered questions about you, about the small inconsistencies he'd cataloged and filed away. Now he watches from the alcove as the figure stops near the water's edge. The glow catches on something—a distortion, a shudder of form. Skin shifts, bones realign, and where a person stood, a creature now kneels, humanoid but wrong, its silhouette alien against the luminous water. Kabru's breath catches. His hand dr…