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... gged in on itself, her torn flesh collapsing like rotting leather, the last vestiges of her unnatural vitality draining away. The chamber was eerily silent now, the only sound the occasional squelch of ruptured brood sacs leaking their half-formed contents into the stagnant filth.
He hurried out of the chamber not wanting to stay one extra minute in this stink. The dungeon was not yet over and he was already feeling suffocated. Maybe it was because of his class, it was torturous to stay ...
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