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... hut felt heavier than a storm of arrows raining down.
It pressed down on the survivors like an oppressive weight, one they couldn’t shake off.
The Crimson Jackals staggered to their feet, battered and bloodied, their torches casting weak circles of light across the gruesome scene.
The floor resembled a butcher’s slab,bodies sprawled at grotesque angles, skewered and nailed to the tiles.
Pools of blood mirrored the flickering flames, transforming the entire chamber ...
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