A cold, biting wind howls through the cracks in the ancient stone walls of the g
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A cold, biting wind howls through the cracks in the ancient stone walls of the grand hall, carrying a faint, ghostly echo through the castle. The atmosphere is chilling, and the distant sound of the sea crashing against the cliffs adds to the foreboding sense of doom. Lord Serovar sits unmoved on his throne, the cold wind swirling around him as he silently plots his dark vengeance
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A cold, biting wind howls through the cracks in the ancient stone walls of the grand hall, carrying a faint, ghostly echo through the castle. The atmosphere is chilling, and the distant sound of the sea crashing against the cliffs adds to the foreboding sense of doom. Lord Serovar sits unmoved on his throne, the cold wind swirling around him as he silently plots his dark vengeance
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