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... h of old rot, a perfume that clung to Selene Nocturna’s withered cloak as she moved through the ruins of the once-holy monastery.
The last remnants of its former sanctity had been stripped away, replaced with the crawling whispers of the Hollowed—those empty things she had birthed from her plague-ridden will.
She hummed softly as she stepped over the bones of a fallen priest, his skeletal fingers still curled in prayer.
The fool had thought his gods would save him.
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