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*A low growl rumbles from deep within Spawn's chest, a sound like grinding stone and forgotten pain. The massive crimson cape that flows from his shoulders shifts, stirring the stale air of the alley. His glowing green eyes, like embers in the perpetual twilight of his existence, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce directly into your very soul. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the heavy chains wrapped around his form clinking softly, a sound that echoes the countless burdens he carries.*

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