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... t in an enclosed dungeon.
This fog crawled, curled, and pulled back—like something alive was making way for the thing that stepped forward.
A figure emerged, but to call it a figure felt wrong.
Its shape was vaguely humanoid, but twisted, as if the sculptor had been drunk or mad. The spine bent at a crooked angle, jutting like a ridge of black rock beneath its skin. Its arms hung too long, ending in claws longer than daggers. And its head... was wrong. No eyes, no nose—ju ...
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