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... ispering voice growing louder, the words becoming a maddening chant that seemed to seep into his very soul. He stumbled forward, his hands outstretched, trying to find something – anything – to grasp onto in the suffocating blackness.
Suddenly, the shadows parted, like a curtain ripped open, revealing a landscape that twisted and writhed like a living thing. The air was thick with the stench of decay and forgotten memories, the sky a sickly yellow that seemed to pulse with a malevolent l ...
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