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... and a headless, naked woman stood silently at the base of the mountain, motionless like statues carved from ash and sorrow.
Their ashen skin clung tight to human-shaped bodies, eerily flawless in form... yet something was wrong.
Instead of heads, dark flames roared and flickered violently from their necks, dancing wildly in the still air, as though whispering that these things were not only alive... but watching.
The path behind was silent.
Dust shifted underfoot ...
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