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... ick.
Not heavy. Thick. Like it had been marinating in dread and unwashed feet for the last thousand years.
Adam stood at the edge of the pit, arms crossed, his white cloak slightly scorched at the edges, probably from that unfortunate encounter with the sentient cactus a few hills back. He didn’t say anything.
He just stared.
The pit in question wasn’t just red. It glowed. Like angry fruit punch mixed with the lingering regret of seventeen failed marriages. It did ...
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