[3D anaglyph red-cyan glasses required] view front inside The chamber of a demonic firearm.. it is the cavity at the back end of a breechloading weapon's barrel or cylinder is carved with malediction bloody sigils, where the ammunition is inserted before being fired. intense light overexposed

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$[3D anaglyph red-cyan glasses required] view front inside The chamber of a demonic firearm.. it is the cavity at the back end of a breechloading weapon's barrel or cylinder is carved with malediction bloody sigils, where the ammunition is inserted before being fired. intense light overexposed\$

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