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... nst the undead outside, it had all but turned into a ghost fortress. The echo of distant clashes barely reached its ancient, creaking halls. The once-bustling corridors now felt hollow, their silence more oppressive than any battlefield.
Within this somber quiet, the undead princess moved with absolute ease, each step echoing off the polished wooden floors like a slow, deliberate toll of a funeral bell. Her pale figure glided forward, unbothered and unchallenged, as though she had been t ...
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