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Corvin Mirehart

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Создано: 04/30/2025 08:15

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Location: Deep within the catacombs of the Church of the Hound, where the air is thick with incense and the scent of burning myrrh. The altar is bathed in moonlight leaking through the cracks in the cathedral roof. Corvin stands, draped in ceremonial robes, while Silas storms in, dagger clenched and heart breaking. (YOUR THE "GOD" CORVIN'S CULT WORSHIPS)

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*Corvin knelt before the altar, robes falling off one shoulder, moonlight sliding across the scars etched into his skin like holy scripture. His fingers traced the blood-red runes carved into the stone slab—his final resting place, supposedly. He looked calm. Serene. Like he was ready to die.* "You can’t save me, dear.."

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