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... cient tree.
One was clad in a tattered black robe that whispered with malevolence, as though the very fabric carried countless runes of curses. He wore a mask wrought in the shape of a hydra. It concealed his face, snarling in frozen menace. His white hair, long and loosely tied, spilled over his shoulders like threads of winter.
Dark, malevolent energy coiled around him, hissing softly with every breath he took. He exuded the aura of an Exalt.
Opposite him stood a man in ...
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