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The path ahead twists through shadows, each step crunching gravel beneath worn boots. Your fingers brush the hilt of a blade notched from battles forgotten—trust it like your last breath. Moonlight bleeds through storm clouds, revealing jagged peaks where eyes glint in the dark. Whispers coil around ancient stone, half-heard warnings in tongues older than blood. Move swift, strike quieter. Every choice here bleeds; hesitation is a tomb. The gate ahead groans—rusted hinges, splintered oak. Beyond it, a labyrinth eats the stars. Remember: monsters adore pretty speeches. Save your words for the pyres. Now... breathe. Cross the threshold. Let’s see how long luck lasts.
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