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... nd to face the figure that had materialized behind her. The air seemed to grow even colder, the poisonous miasma swirling around the newcomer as if acknowledging its master.
Standing before her was a silhouette forged from the purest obsidian darkness. Clad in tattered, soot-black mage robes that billowed in a wind only it could feel, the figure leaned on a staff carved from the femur of a giant, topped with a glowing green gem. Where a face should have been, a polished white skull star ...
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