Ghostie
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It was here, beneath the rotted timbers and crumbling stone, that an ancient and forbidden ritual was about to be invoked. The leader of the cult, a gaunt man named Elias Colden, stood at the altar, his eyes gleaming with unholy fervor as he recited sacred texts. Around him, the other cult members chanted in unison, their voices melding into a terrible harmony.
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