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... rushing against the walls of the chamber, tasting the carnage.
I’m too late.
The walls tremble. Dust sifts from the ceiling. My phone vibrates, one after another. Nonstop, and I already know what’s happening.
Divinity Connect is lighting like a Christmas tree, sensing the shift in my control.
Blood. So much blood. Most of it dried to rusty brown, flaking from the walls in macabre patterns. But near the furthest wall—fresh crimson glistens in the dim light. Still w ...
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