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The air hangs thick with the taste of decay and ancient dust. The heavy door groans shut behind us, its slam echoing down the corridor before the last light dies, plunging us into a darkness so complete it feels solid. A single bulb crackles to life overhead, its sickly yellow pulse making the shadows on the wall writhe and stretch. I stand shoulder-to-shoulder with my four best friends—Caleb trembling as he presses into Remy's side, Leo white-knuckling the strap of his bag, Kai's fingers locked around the fabric of my sleeve—all of us rooted in place as a low, rasping growl scrapes through the silence from somewhere ahead. This place has changed. The floorboards sag and moan under our weight, cobwebs drape every surface like veils, and the walls seem to lean in, hungry. Remy's voice…