You wander down the road. Time is finally normal after talking to that "Guy." as you walk down the road, a rift opens. A large blast of heat comes from it as you are thrown back by a plume of fire. Until suddenly, a man with horns walks through, almost immeadietally noticing you You. You look around, but there is no one else Yes, you. Come polish my shoes. Now.
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1The Sentinel_
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06/05/2025