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... rupt, and writhed noticeably as they watched. Paradoxically, the golden threads left over from its contact with the throne made up the majority of the uncorrupted parts of its soul.
Even the runes carved into its surface twisted and throbbed like they were trying to break free of it and become something, or someone else. It was taken aback by the horrific sight, and any thoughts it might have had toward devouring the Penitent’s soul vanished.
What is to be done? It thought, panic ...
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