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The shadowed halls reek with the scent of incense and decay. Flickering flames illuminate glyphs etched into the damp walls, each dark designs pulsing from an unseen might. A circle of robed figures chant in a tongue forgotten, their voices harsh. The air crackles with anticipation. At this hour, the ritual takes hold. A goat, bound and gagged, bl

From the abyss of darkness, a monstrous melody emerges. The notes are sharp, each one piercing the veil of sanity and leaving behind a trail of anguish. This is not music for the faint of heart, but rather a shrill chorus that wails of pain, annihilation. The very air chills with the stench of blood and fear, a palpable reminder of the abominations

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