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... is boots echoing against the walls like the ticking of a clock in a crypt.
The stale air was thick with rot and rust, yet he walked with calm indifference, as if filth and decay were old friends.
A single ember flickered between his fingers,
a cigarette, half-burned, the smoke curling lazily around his pale face.
His long coat, obsidian and dusted with grime, swayed lightly with each deliberate step.
Those who might've seen him would have mistaken him for ...
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