Once silent stones quiver with old magic and howl with sorrows. Energy crackles and shifts as old ghosts rise to walk the paths of their deaths and their madness. Something deep beneath everything, beneath crumbling stone and collapsed floor and the stale air. The spirits are stirring. Something is coming. Some one is coming. One? No... many. So many! So many to feed the curse! To know the pain of this cursed place! To
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