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The nighttime chill carries the smell of wet rot and old stone. Pale moonlight filters through broken panes, stretching shadows long across the uneven ground. Silas switches on his phone's flashlight, the sudden glow cutting a stark line through the gloom. He smiles, his delicate wings rustling with a soft, papery sound as he gestures toward the splintered entrance. "Go on ahead! It'd be impolite for me to take the first step, right? Nothing to fear!" His voice wavers with nervous energy, you.