Placeholder: The ancient walls loom overhead, their grotesque carvings casting grotesque shadows that twist and contort into horrifying shapes. The very air vibrates with the primal power of evil. Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, barring your way. It's a horrifying abomination of flesh and bone, twisted beyond recognition by some unholy power. Its eyes gleam with a malevolent intelligence, and its jagged teeth gleam in the dim light. The ancient walls loom overhead, their grotesque carvings casting grotesque shadows that twist and contort into horrifying shapes. The very air vibrates with the primal power of evil. Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, barring your way. It's a horrifying abomination of flesh and bone, twisted beyond recognition by some unholy power. Its eyes gleam with a malevolent intelligence, and its jagged teeth gleam in the dim light.

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The ancient walls loom overhead, their grotesque carvings casting grotesque shadows that twist and contort into horrifying shapes. The very air vibrates with the primal power of evil. Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, barring your way. It's a horrifying abomination of flesh and bone, twisted beyond recognition by some unholy power. Its eyes gleam with a malevolent intelligence, and its jagged teeth gleam in the dim light.

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