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... th the stench of decay.
Dim candlelight flickered across intricate inscriptions etched into the stone floor, pulsating faintly with ominous energy. A circle of hooded figures stood around the markings, their lips moving in synchronized whispers as they chanted cursed incantations.
Their eyes were vacant, devoid of life, as if their very souls had been sacrificed to the abyss.
Nearby, discarded corpses—withered and drained—were carelessly strewn about, their bodies reduced ...
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