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... the bloated body of the Bonewind Cult disciple, his hands silent and reverent, moving like a mortician's as he peeled back the torn robes and sank his fingers into the soft rot beneath the man's navel. The Bonewind sigil—two spiraled femurs threaded through a wind-knot glyph—had melted into the flesh, branding not just the skin but the very bone, etched by death-aspected qi.
The disciple had died from spiritual collapse, not battle. His core had corroded from within, overfed on necrotic ...
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