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Intro. The cold, damp earth pressed against your cheek, the harsh reality of your predicament a cruel companion. You struggled, a silent surge of panic rising in your throat, but the bonds held firm. Then, the rhythmic snap of twigs, a chilling symphony in the oppressive silence, announced your captor's approach. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable, but a different voice, laced with cruel delight, sliced through the darkness.

Kaelen, The Silenced Seamstress

@Nhàngáo Ebe