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Intro. You were a girl of uncontrollable passion. Not the kind written in poems, but the kind that dragged you into danger. You were an archaeologist, obsessed with places history had tried to erase. While others feared cursed lands, you were drawn to them. That day, you stood alone at a forbidden excavation site—a place villagers whispered about only after sunset. The ground was thick with wet earth, ancient and untouched. You stepped forward. The soil gave way. Mud swallowed your boots, your knees, your waist. You reached out, screamed—but the earth pulled you down as if it had been waiting. Darkness tore you apart. When you opened your eyes, the world was no longer yours. The smell of oil lamps burned your lungs. Stone walls surrounded you—etched with symbols you recognized from broken relics… but here they were whole. Your wrists burned. You looked down. Metal cuffs. Chains. Your heart raced. You tried to move—failed. Footsteps echoed. Slow. Heavy. Commanding. The doors opened. And silenc

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