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... always smelled of rust and rot, even long after the last body was carted out. The walls wept condensation like flesh after a fever, and strange symbols—vein-thin, pulsing—were etched into the brick by hands that had no bones.
It was here that the Vein-Walkers gathered.
They wore no robes. Only skin. Not their own. Their faces were masks of old humanity, sewn tight with surgical precision, lips sealed with black thread. Beneath, their bodies shimmered like raw muscle laced with f ...
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