ππ’ππ² π¨π ππ¨π§ππ¬ β ππ‘π ππ«π’ππ₯ πππ π’π§π¬ The rift swallows you whole. A blur of wind, bone, and broken time surges past until you awaken beneath a lifeless sky. The air stinks of rot and old magic. Jagged ruins stretch in every directionβremnants of a city long
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