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Behind her, a figure emerged. Wreathed in ever-moving dark, it's form constantly shifting and molding into something new and blasphemous. Towering, menacing. A sickening black armor, a crown with a trio of jewels that pierced through the darkness with their brilliance.
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" ๐๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐. "
The darkness churned, and from them emerged a voice so cavernous it sounded more akin to the rumbling of an earthquake than human speech.
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The cold she felt was . . . ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. As if every shadow that surrounded her served as some sightless portal into a realm of dread. And through those portals, something watched. Just beyond sight, just beyond presence.
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๐ฎ๐๐๐... Unending... what was lurking within the shadows ... .แฃ She can't help but feel like she's being watched, stalked... even.
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