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Level -4: the water was gone, replaced by a fine gray dust that puffed up with each step. The dust tasted of rust and forgotten prayers. His lamp illuminated a row of pillars, each carved with a single word: Peso . Weight. But the letters were faded, eroded.
“You went,” she said.
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One pan held a single object: a small, polished sphere of what looked like obsidian. The other pan was empty. Level -4: the water was gone, replaced by
