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The world drowned in darkness, and walls of screaming flesh encircled us beneath a screaming ceiling. A mansion made of Jaguar Women trapped us within its bowels and began to drain the life of everyone inside. Soldiers at the peak of their vigor and virility aged to dust in an instant, their wrinkled flesh drawn into the depths of the Tomb where their souls would find no rest.
My witches barely had time to save my consorts. Necahual, Lahun, and Killa grabbed Eztli, Chikal, and I ...
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