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in the Necromancer's lair, a portal crackled with dark energy, guarded by a dragon of ancient knowledge. With a final gesture, the Necromancer stabilized the portal, revealing otherworldly dimensions. The swirling vortex beckoned, promising mysteries and dangers in the shadows beyond.

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