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... chaotic mess of sights and sounds that hurt his mind. Stalls of bone and shadow sold weapons that cried and potions that squirmed. The air felt thick and greasy. Like breathing in old, dark secrets. He was still reeling. The shock of meeting the 50% soul corruption requirement to even get here. Not a club you wanted to be a member of.
The shadowy merchant in front of him had no face. Just a shifting void beneath a hood. Its voice was a dry rustle. Like dead leaves skittering across pave ...
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