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... pe not. However, my gut tells me its likely. Friar Brown peered into an empty alcove.

How bad is it if thats what it is?

Really bad, Friar Brown answered. The great ziggurats were focus points of immense power. They would slowly gather power from everything that bled around them, even passively. This led to a culture of bloodletting, and even sitting out in the wilderness like this, the ziggurat wouldve gathered quite a bit of power over the time that has passed. Even amateur cul ...

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