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... the chapel had long been abandoned.
Locals called it The Hollow Spire, a jagged ruin at the edge of the moor. Once a place of worship, now a monument to forgotten rituals and names that burned the tongue. None dared approach—save for Father Merek, who had returned to the town of Drowmere after twenty years of silence.
He walked with a limp, his left hand always clenched. In his youth, he was a man of scripture. Now he carried only a satchel, stitched from skin not quite human. < ...
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