Across Entrails Devoured by Putrid Winds

A miasma of corruption hangs heavy in the air, thick with the reek of death. The wind, a fetid serpent, coils around the mangled corpses, shredding flesh from bone. The remains gleam like pearls in the morbid light. A symphony of screams echoes through the valley, a chorus of suffering as the entrails are devoured by the vortex of oblivion. This i

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