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... ne of pure desolation. A crimson moon hung motionless in the sky, bleeding red light over a field littered with rusted crosses. At its center, a single black pillar jutted into the heavens like it was accusing the gods themselves.
A shiver crawled down William's spine.
"No... this place..."
He knew these ruins. These broken homes. His heart pounded as memories surged. This was the village where he'd first arrived in this world. The home of the original William's family. < ...
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