{Third Person POV}
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The thick, dust of the collapsed ceiling hung heavily in the air, tasting of pulverized stone and ancient earth.
Garf let out a deep, rattling cough.
He slowly straightened his massive frame, wiping a layer of grey grime from his face.
His eyes, narrowed against the stinging grit, swept across the dark, uneven terrain of their new surroundings.
A few feet away, Mira was already on her feet, coughing into the crook of her elbow, while Tessa knelt in the rubble, completely pale.
"So," Garf grunted, his voice a low, heavy rumble in the dark. "We got separated, huh?"
Mira spat a wad of dust onto the stone floor, her eyes darting fiercely toward the shadows.
"Looks like it. The floor just gave out. Edric, Yenna, Rolf... and the kid. They're gone."
Tessa's breath hitched.
She clutched her dirt-stained hands tightly over her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
