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Cultivator of the End: I Refine My Own Death - Chapter 114 – Bone Altar Beneath the Mire
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... se where the very air seemed thick with rot. The water, slick with poisonous oils, bubbled in slow, rhythmic pulses as if the swamp itself were breathing. A foul mist clung to the twisted branches of ancient trees, their gnarled roots sinking deep into the fetid earth. Rin could feel the weight of centuries pressing down upon him, the land itself heavy with the memories of a past long forgotten.
This was no ordinary swamp.
It was a place cursed with the stagnation of death, a liv ...
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