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... faded, and the characters eroded away, so much so that it was impossible to tell what had once been written there.
Within the temple stood a towering tree, and its gnarled, twisted trunk evoked a deep sense of unease. It wasn’t until Li Yanchu approached that he realized that the things hanging from the branches weren’t prayer tags or wooden amulets. They were flayed and skinned desiccated corpses hung in terrifying density.
Just a casual glance revealed three to four hundred of ...
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