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“This bag has ruined me,” Kaelen whispered.

The skeleton in the fez took one step forward. Its jaw unhinged in a silent screech. Five more skeletons rose from the walls, wielding rusty cleavers.

But to get it, he had to survive the crypt.

The rat looked at him, twitched its nose, and returned to its femur.

He looked at the Lich—now just a very tall, very confused skeleton in a tattered robe. No spells. No staff. No dramatic one-liners.