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... Even the wind dared not speak.
All watching as a swarm of bats circled and dove toward a simple, easy-to-miss shack built in the northeastern part of the city.
It was a place that most people would avoid. Wedged between an abandoned granary and a rotting fence, the shack looked like it had been forgotten by time, forgotten by purpose. Mold crept up its stone foundation like rot rising through veins. The lantern outside hadn’t been lit in years. No holy runes marked the doorway. N ...
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