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In the dim sanctuary, Safa still sat before the door, meditating as her elemental telekinesis controlled the corkscrew of spinning rocks. It continued to drill into the thick stone block, already reaching a depth of nearly a foot.

"Way to go, Safa!" Barry said from his spot against the back wall.

"The hole is going to be too small for any of us to fit through," said Ina.

Safa, eyes closed, grumbled in frustration. She sat even straighter, took a deep breath and focused some more.

The corkscrew widened, more rocks joining at the tip as others broke and fell away in bits or simply wore away to feed the growing pile of grit on the floor.

Frankie looked to Ina, noticed the worried expression on her face, and knew immediately what she was thinking about. &q...

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