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... thm, like grains of sand pouring from an hourglass of eternity.
The sound of the trio’s footsteps echoed in the eerie silence of the ancient corridors, the only thing reminding them of their own existence.
Each hall they passed through was like a more disturbing art gallery than the last.
Grotesque statues, sculpted by time and perhaps a maddened god, seemed to watch them from within the shadows.
The paintings and nonsensical inscriptions carved into the walls dis ...
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