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... tered the asylum, the corridor was pitch-black, with only one door ajar, casting light onto the opposite wall, like a blue-hued painting.
Slowing their pace, the two gradually approached, arriving at the doorway. Steve leaned against the wall, peering inside. The hospital room was small, with nothing hidden from view, yet it was empty. Or rather, not empty—inside was not a person, but a god with the head of a skeleton hawk.
Khonshu sat at the edge of the bed, holding a wooden sta ...
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