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Approaching the clearing a sour stench of death hangs heavy in the air, thickening each breath with the weight of eldritch power rising from this ancient stone maw. Great stone teeth jut forth from the earth itself, hungrily reaching upwards to the sky, surrounding the altar of stone and brass, reminding the high priests of the local tribes of their ever hungering deity, demanding more and more sacrifices each year.
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Neil Silverman
2022-10-21 05:30:21 +0000 UTC