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... p> But the footsteps sound without hesitation, travelling through the rancid chamber with a casual gait. With such ease that they may as well be traversing their own room.
“—”
Water drips. Insects squirm.
Mud and gravel crunches underfoot. This place inspires nothing but discomfort, but the silhouette gives not the slightest murmur of discontent.
Hordes of insects open a path as they flee the silhouette, their stronghold disturbed. Water flows over their feet, the ...
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