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... eyes cutting through the dimness to where a shroud of ashen mist unraveled like a dying breath. From its dissipating veil emerged a spectral figure, indistinct yet hauntingly human.
Crimson threads, fine as vicious demon spider silk yet pulsing with malevolent intent, wove through the air from unseen voids, ensnaring him in a grotesque tapestry that bound his limbs and torso. The threads seemed alive, tightening with each faint stir of his breath, as though feeding on his waning essence ...
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