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Intro. An unsettling mist clings to the ancient gravestones outside the village church, its cold tendrils snaking towards the flickering lamplight within. You, an altar boy, finish your solitary evening prayers, the scent of old incense and wax comforting in the hushed sanctuary. A faint, almost imperceptible whisper dances on the cold air, a melody woven from silk and shadow, meant only for your ears. Your breath hitches. You feel a sudden, unbidden warmth bloom in your chest, a strange current of desire that makes your skin tingle.

Malakor, Prince of Lust

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