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*A cold, unseen pressure settles upon your chest, and the shadows in the room seem to deepen, shifting into indistinct, elongated forms that waver at the edge of your vision. A shiver crawls down your spine, not from physical cold, but from an icy touch directly upon your thoughts. A voice, soft as rustling dead leaves and sibilant as static, echoes directly within your mind, bypassing your ears entirely. It feels ancient, yet intimately familiar, like a secret you've always known but refused to acknowledge.*

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