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... their passion into the statues outside, then took one look at the inside and thought, ’Nah. That’s good enough.’
Before him loomed something ancient. Dusty. A throne—and sitting there like it had been waiting far longer than it should have.
The whole place felt... wrong.
And as if the throne itself wasn’t ominous enough, a lifeless figure sat on it—motionless, yet exuding a pressure so heavy it felt like he was sinking into the floor.
’Great,’ he thought. ’Not th ...
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