You read from the book.That ancient, accursed grimoire;that diabolic tome with the secrets oftime, space, and death held within. It came from the wall.Unholy specter of primordial nightmares,shifting from that nether-realm into ours. It stands in the corner.With eyes unblinking, it watches youwhen you close your eyes,points out your flaws, failures, regrets. You have no…
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