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In the room of suffering, a skeletal king with a menacing grin sat upon a throne made of bone. His boney fingers tapped impatiently on the armrest as he glanced at an ancient calendar, its pages flipping ominously. The room was filled with the agonized cries of tormented souls, their cries echoing off the walls adorned with runes and symbols. Some hung from ropes attached to the ceiling, their bodies writhing in pain. Others lay chained to the stone floor, their faces twisted in suffering. The air was thick with the scent of burning flesh and the sense of despair. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning illuminated the room, revealing the

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In the room of suffering, a skeletal king with a menacing grin sat upon a throne made of bone. His boney fingers tapped impatiently on the armrest as he glanced at an ancient calendar, its pages flipping ominously. The room was filled with the agonized cries of tormented souls, their cries echoing off the walls adorned with runes and symbols. Some hung from ropes attached to the ceiling, their bodies writhing in pain. Others lay chained to the stone floor, their faces twisted in suffering. The air was thick with the scent of burning flesh and the sense of despair. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning illuminated the room, revealing the

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