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... t, a living paradox. At its heart lay a mountain of bones, stretching as high as the skies would allow, each piece of bone ancient, weathered, and veined with the traces of long-forgotten lives. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the essence of death, a place where the boundaries between the living and the dead were not blurred but fused. The spirits, once lost to the chaos of the Mortal Realm, wandered freely in this sanctum, their forms woven into the fabric of the land itself.
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