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... erything was made of rough-hewn rock. No lights, no wires, just cold stone and darker shadows.
Baron Strucker trembled as he stepped into the room. In the suffocating darkness, three pairs of eyes shimmered with a cold, predatory gleam.
One pair belonged to his so-called "God."
Another belonged to a man draped in a red cloak and wearing a metallic helmet.
The last was a figure encased entirely in gleaming golden-scaled armor.
Each of their gazes locked ont ...
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