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... at turns small rooms colder. It was a childish prod, no more than a breath of arrogance, but the green shaded chamber tightened around it like cloth pulled taut.
The vengeful spirit answered without throat or mouth: a roar that unstitched the air. Its smoke-black form condensed, eddies of night thickening into viscous mist that crawled along the floor. Iron and the old stench of rot rode in that fog; faint agonized voices braided through it, like a choir stitched from broken things.
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