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Remnants of the horrific butchery from days past still decorated the city in grotesque splendor. The pristine white towers had crumbled into jagged ruins, the once-glorious boulevards now choked with mountains of rubble, and every wall bore the savage scratches of demonic claws.

Black blood painted the stones and streets in abstract masterpieces of slaughter, adorned with a few putrid chunks of rotting flesh for artistic flair.

Most of the undead horde had marched ...

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