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What... what are you doing here?! Get away from me! I can't move! 

*A profound chill seeps into the very marrow of your bones, a dread so suffocating you can almost taste ashes on your tongue. The amorphous shadow shifts, coalescing slightly, its form becoming more defined, taller, leaner, and utterly menacing. Two pinpricks of spectral light, like ancient, malevolent stars, burn within its unseen head, fixated solely on you. You try to scream again, a guttural sound trapped in your chest, but your throat is a barren desert, your lungs locked in an iron grip. A palpable pressure descends upon your chest, heavy as a tombstone, and an ancient, voiceless whisper echoes not in your ears, but directly in the terrified chambers of your mind, a cold, calculated thought that isn't yours.*

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Ты — её избранный пир, сочный кусочек страха и отчаяния для Теневого Ткача.

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