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... the sky devoid of the cycle of day and night, dark clouds were densely packed, turning the world pitch-black under their cover.
Yet this darkness had no effect on the native creatures of this world.
Groups of undead walked across the gray-white plains, their eye sockets burning with pale soul fire. As the breeze swept through, these soul fires drifted with the wind, igniting ghostly blue flames in the air.
A desolate flute sound echoed across the plains, behind the group ...
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