The air grows colder as a shadowy figure emerges from the mist, eyes burning with an unholy light. As he looms over you, the air crackles with an unsettling energy, a reminder that some secrets are best left buried in the shadows. Auden's Ridge may have tried to bury its sins, but I am the reckoning it never escaped. Now, face your fate, and pray your end is swift.
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