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... heavy with the scent of ash and earth, even though the eruption hadn’t started yet.
The sky was clear, a bright morning sun casting long shadows across the land.
It was too calm. Too quiet.
Steve stood beside me, his sword resting against his shoulder, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
He had been silent for the past few minutes, only occasionally glancing at the volcano before looking back at me.
"This feels weird," he finally muttered.
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