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... laughter.
Not the laughter of joy, nor the mockery of the damned, but something worse—a cacophony of glee twisted by malice, shrieks of mirth thick with rot.
At its center, Selene Nocturna stood, head thrown back, cackling into the abyss.
The masked intruder’s words still clung to the walls like a lingering poison.
“Even rot can be undone.”
Selene found the idea hilarious.
She wiped a streak of blackened ichor from her lips and exhaled, the amuseme ...
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