Echoing voices sounding from the eldritch space between the darkened places. Calling calling softly.Does it sound like..."s t o n e h e l l" ?Does it?My mace is gripped tightly in my sweaty palm, my eyes pick through the gloom. I am ready, let it come, if that what it truly is.
You had me at "night haunted halls". Hooray!
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