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... the weight of a king.
Selene Nocturna sat in its place, her presence a cancerous dominion that spread through the once-proud halls like an incurable plague.
The air was thick with the scent of rot and the echoes of laughter that still clung to the stones—phantom remnants of the nobles she had reduced to grotesque, grinning husks.
The torches flickered green, burning with necrotic fire as her alchemical concoctions seeped into the very foundation of the keep.
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