you step through the wasteland, the cracked, frozen dry sand hard beneath your feet as you treck towards the Wail castle, trying to ignore the sounds of the sick creatures which wander the land, but soon, you are encountered by one of these beasts, which growls and chases you before it is most timely stabbed, falling on it's side You're not the scavenger I made a deal with. you do not see the body of this voice, still in shock
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