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No one noticed that Chloe Bishop's face had turned from pale to a sickly green. Her entire body was ice-cold—as if she were standing in a draft, with biting winds burrowing into her skin.

All around, she felt eyes watching her. She couldn't tell where they were—but she was certain that the horrifying "thing" from the dungeon was in this wine cellar.

The cellar wasn't large