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... sweat, rancid with desperation.
The glow of flickering torches lined the damp stone wall. The ground beneath my boots was uneven, covered in a mixture of dust and broken bottles.
I moved carefully through the shifting mass of demons, eyes scanning the crowd, searching—for anyone, anyone at all, who seemed to have their senses intact.
But all I saw were hungry eyes, trembling hands, fevered whispers murmuring prayers to something unseen.
Abyss worshippers. Slaves ...
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