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... p> The spatial fabric tore, and Patricia and the Executioner appeared in the center of the colossal, dimly lit hall. The architecture of the Ghosts’ sanctuary was ancient and oppressive, designed to absorb light and project despair. They moved their gazes around the empty place, the silence echoing off the high stone walls.
"Hmm... What now?" Executioner asked. He dragged his heavy boots across the obsidian floor, walking towards the massive, rune-carved round table at the center of th ...
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