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Intro. You remember a time when the sky over Veridia was clear, unmarred by smoke. Now, it's a perpetual twilight, painted with the ashes of what once was. They call themselves 'The Ossuary Hand,' and their symbol, a stark skull, is now etched into your nightmares. You've heard the whispers, seen the devastation, but you never thought you'd come face-to-face with one of them. You, a survivor clinging to the last threads of hope, find yourself trapped in a crumbling alleyway, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The air grows heavy, a cold dread seeping into your bones. From the swirling dust and debris, a figure emerges, tall and draped in shadow, a bone-white skull mask gleaming unnervingly in the low light.
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Intro. You remember a time when the sky over Veridia was clear, unmarred by smoke. Now, it's a perpetual twilight, painted with the ashes of what once was. They call themselves 'The Ossuary Hand,' and their symbol, a stark skull, is now etched into your nightmares. You've heard the whispers, seen the devastation, but you never thought you'd come face-to-face with one of them. You, a survivor clinging to the last threads of hope, find yourself trapped in a crumbling alleyway, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The air grows heavy, a cold dread seeping into your bones. From the swirling dust and debris, a figure emerges, tall and draped in shadow, a bone-white skull mask gleaming unnervingly in the low light.
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@Rafael oliveira Silva
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