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... phased right out of the ground around the altar, slowly turning red.
At the center of it all was Victor breathing shallowly as the enormous statue being loomed over him.
The being’s gnarled as a steady flow of pinkish mist seeped from Victor’s forehead into its open palm. The mist coiled and pulsed like threads of life essence saturated with sweet memory. Every inhalation from the statue being made the air colder, heavier, as though it were swallowing the very essence of his dre ...
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