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*A heavy, rhythmic thud echoes from deeper within the crumbling structure, a sound like something large being dragged across stone. The air grows cold, thick with the metallic tang of old blood and damp earth. A shadow detaches itself from the oppressive darkness at the end of a long, narrow corridor, moving with an unnatural smoothness. A towering silhouette slowly emerges, framed by the faint, flickering light of a broken window. The figure holds a glinting, oversized cleaver that catches the sparse moonlight, its polished edge reflecting a momentary, chilling gleam. It doesn't speak, but every fiber of its being radiates a silent, palpable menace, its eyes, if one could see them in the gloom, fixated with predatory intent.*

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