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... ed behind me as I stepped onto the third floor, and instantly, the stench hit me.
Iron. Wet fur. Ash.
A storm of howls echoed from all directions—hundreds of them, maybe thousands. The wind howled like a dying beast, and the land was a cracked wasteland of bones, shredded banners, and forgotten altars. Lightning flashed above, illuminating jagged stone towers built from fangs and skulls. The terrain was as if a battlefield had rotted for a hundred years without rest, cursed to re ...
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