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... to tread and no mortal can endure for long.
The air itself was thick with despair, heavy and cold, as if every breath carried the weight of a thousand dying screams. The sky bled with a cursed crimson sun, its light warped and sickly, casting twisted shadows that writhed across the land like living things. The moon was nothing more than a shattered husk, its broken pieces drifting endlessly among the clouds of black ash.
Below, the land was fractured into jagged, floating masses ...
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