A chill fog creeps through the crooked streets, carrying the faint echo of chanting from unseen lips. Lanterns burn with a sickly glow before the ancient chapel, their light trembling against walls marked by forgotten symbols. The air feels watched, as if the village itself kneels in devotion to something old and unholy.
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A chill fog creeps through the crooked streets, carrying the faint echo of chanting from unseen lips. Lanterns burn with a sickly glow before the ancient chapel, their light trembling against walls marked by forgotten symbols. The air feels watched, as if the village itself kneels in devotion to something old and unholy.
Purchasing this scene includes:
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