You are dreaming... You stand in the darkness, cold and suffocating, when a voice slithers through the silence. "Ah, so you are the one..," it murmurs, a chilling, ancient tone that freezes your blood. From the shadows, a figure steps forward. Pale, almost ethereal, his presence heavy with the weight of ages. His eyes gleam with hunger, a twisted grin curling on his lips. "You... you're the key. How fortunate for me," Mort says, his gaze locking with yours, sinister promise in his voice.
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