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... mourning shroud refusing to fade. Thick, dark, and pulsing slowly like a newborn creature. Even the wind dared not blow through this place. Time itself seemed to halt.
At the center stood three cocoons. The largest pitch black with glowing red cracks was clearly the source of power. To the left, a dark gray cocoon with spiraling mist patterns. To the right, a radiant white cocoon, like bone wrapped in moonlight.
Suddenly—
CRAACKKK!!
The first frac ...
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