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... under a moonless sky, its once-grand spires now gnarled with necrotic growth.
The air inside was thick with the stench of blood and decay, the only sound a faint, rhythmic chanting—a dirge of the damned.
Selene Nocturna sat upon her throne of bone and blackened iron, her fingers idly tracing the cracks in its armrests.
Before her knelt Aldric Vayne, or what remained of him.
His once-proud armor was tarnished, his flesh ashen and streaked with black veins, his eye ...
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