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... k ankle-deep into heavy, iron-smelling muck. Reddish mist slithered along the ground like snakes, curling around their boots and gear—almost like the dungeon was trying to pull them down.
The group came to a sudden halt as they spotted something… oddly familiar.
"Wait," Marcus whispered, raising a clenched fist.
Just ahead, the terrain sloped downward into a basin of rotting vines and stagnant blood pools.
Severed limbs jutted from the murk—an arm still gripping a ...
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