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PART ONE

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" fragments of darkness,

where the cracked land is caressed by the sea,

where a hollow ribcage shelters a yearning soul -

a hearty feast to be wholly devoured, engulfed, and regurgitated on a silver platter,

lurk to destroy what was, what is, and what will be,

imprinting itself on the bloodied, ravaged lands,

shattering naivety and youth,

all in the name of a voracious, ungodly being,

all for a single sacrifice "


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