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Chapter 47

Chapter 47

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Meanwhile. An old man tremblingly lit a candle on a broken table, its dim light instantly illuminating the surrounding scene: various human heads hung above the room, seemingly freshly harvested and still smeared with blood. The floor was marred by cracks of varying sizes, from which ants emerged, swarming around the pools of blood to continuously feed. "It seems you are the only one who escaped from there."

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