The clock struck thirteen as I wandered beneath the archways, their whispers carried on the winter winds. Voices hidden, murmuring secrets meant for paying widows.
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Tread carefully, for the candles flicker in the gaze of frostbitten eyes. And remember, not all doors are meant to be unlocked.
Enter the Illusion Corridor Hollow Resonance Amidst the Burning Ruins