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... pulse hammering like a war drum.
The Rotting Cathedral’s shadows twisted, creeping toward him as Selene’s laughter crawled up his spine like a centipede.
“What’s wrong, hunter?” she whispered, stepping forward.
Her skin—ashen and smooth, marked with eldritch carvings—was marred only by the plague ichor that dripped lazily from her lips.
The hooded cloak of decay she wore was lined with strange symbols, pulsing faintly.
And her necklace—**a collection of ru ...
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