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... ls older than the ground beneath him. The air was thick with a mystical aroma—a blend of the scent of long-dried blood and freshly spilled blood, accompanied by a cold that seemed to embrace him, biting with a piercing chill. In the center of the room stood a large black altar, surrounded by flickering deep red candles; their glow pulsated like wounded souls, reminding him of a past filled with bitter choices.
As Althur pondered the sacrifices he had made, memories flooded his mind: visi ...
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