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The sound of harsh chanting penetrates the thick walls of the haunted house, creating a deep resonating echo throughout the old building so ominous it would scare even the most hardened of adventurers.
An old man, though his glowing amber eyes would swiftly inform anyone that he was anything but, sat atop an ornate chair and stared at the doorway in front of him. An orichalcum blade sat at the table in front of him and a crossbow of the same metal rested within his hands.
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