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The village square lies completly silent, red corruption spreading, and pulses faintly like living roots. Abandoned stalls and shattered crates sit drenched in old blood, as though the inhabitants fled in terror. A thin fog curls around the square, clinging to the corrupted ground and shrouding whatever horrors linger just beyond sight...

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