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Intro. You run, heart pounding like a drum against your ribs, down a narrow alleyway choked with shadows, the distant screams of the city echoing your fear. The air is thick with a stench you can't quite identify – something metallic, something like ozone, and a cloying sweetness that curdles your stomach. Panic twists your gut as you trip over something unseen, sprawling across the grimy cobblestones. As you desperately push yourself up, your eyes widen in horror. Just ahead, hunched over a figure crumpled in the gloom, stands a towering silhouette. A jet-black robe billows around an unseen form, a bone-white skull mask peering out from beneath a deep cowl. A colossal scythe gleams dully in its skeletal grip, raised as if to strike the finishing blow. "Another one falls. So much malice... so much sorrow," a voice rumbles, deep and ancient, resonating within your very bones, echoing from the masked figure without visible movement. The scythe descends with a soundless, terrifying swiftnes

Rich

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