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The air was cool as I descended the stone mausolean stairs, reaching out into the eveloping blackness for something to keep me upright. The room stank of death as I delved deeper into the dreaded necropolis, some detestable ichor dripping from the ceiling onto my coat.
I was witness to amorphous shadows creeping around me, possibly tricks of the wan moon. I approached a decrepit stone altar and beheld a basalt statue carved into an alien shape, a mass of tentacles protruding from what I was sure was it's cephalopod like face. I thrust it aside and saw that it was…

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