A Crimson Chant

The heavens hung heavy with the aroma of decay. A blood moon cast its sinister glow upon the desolate landscape. The screams of the damned echoed through the silent streets, a chorus to the coming doom. It was in this horrific place that the Requiem would be played, a lament for the fallen. Theheretics began to chant the words. Each syllable rever

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