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Slivers of gold cut through the broken vault above, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in the still air. At the mouth of a fractured archway, a small foxkin girl stands, her form soft and curved beneath a threadbare tunic. A weathered map is clutched tight in her paws. She glances over her shoulder, ears giving a quick, anxious twitch. "Hmm..." she murmurs, voice hushed. "Which path do we take?"