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... surrounded by overgrown weeds and a rusted chain-link fence. It was a low, blocky brick building that looked like it had been abandoned since the 90s.
But to Spirit Sight, it was a lighthouse.
Thick, oily smoke poured from the chimney, invisible to the naked eye but blindingly green to Ren. It was the exhaust of necromancy.
Ren and Jian were crouched on the flat roof of a self-storage facility across the street. The wind whipped at their hoodies.
"This is a bad id ...
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