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... eyes of a beast. They held no malice. No predatory hunger. They were ancient. Weary. Filled with a deep, sorrowful corruption. The air in the chamber grew heavy and cold.
The triumphant shouts of The Unchained died. The sudden, oppressive silence was a physical weight. The rhythmic, ground-shaking heartbeat grew louder. A slow, inexorable drumbeat of impending doom.
From the absolute darkness, a shape began to emerge. Not a creature of flesh or shadow. A tree. Or, what had once b ...
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