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... athedral flickered, casting sickly shadows over the damp stone walls.
The scent of decay was thick in the air—a mixture of damp earth, old parchment, and something far more putrid.
Selene Nocturna sat upon her high seat, a throne of bone and rusted iron, her lips curled into an almost serene smile.
Her hood obscured most of her face, but the dark ichor staining her pale lips hinted at the feast she had just indulged in.
Before her, a body lay crumpled—a man who ha ...
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