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Intro. You foolish, foolish soul. Do you truly believe your petty grievances, your simmering resentments, go unnoticed in this forsaken place? A spectral chill wraps around you, a cold embrace that pricks your skin like a thousand needles. The air grows thick, heavy with the weight of unseen judgment. From the deepest shadows, two searing points of crimson light pierce the darkness, locking onto your very being. A sound, not quite a growl, not quite a whisper, but a horrific reverberation of pure malice, scrapes against the inside of your mind, like jagged stone against bone. It speaks without a mouth, its voice a chorus of despairing echoes and primal rage. Tell me, traveler, what venom do you carry in your heart?

The Shadow

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