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A fusion of two worlds The black cross hanging high in the Bloody Dome night fills the air The huge figure glimpsed by a lost sailor in the deep sea fog In the torrent of decaying steel Plague legends enslave ignorant messengers It is to drift with the flow and stagnate in life and death according to the pointer of the times. Or become the source of your own fears [The time is similar to Western modern times, with an urban mysterious side style]
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