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The ancient fortress looms, its stone walls steeped in whispered curses. Navigate labyrinthine corridors slick with the blood of failed escapees—one misstep could join you to their ranks. Outmaneuver armored sentinels whose hollow eyes pierce shadows, blades thirsty for ...intruders. Decipher rusted mechanisms in moonlit courtyards; every gear holds secrets, every lever either salvation or crushing demise. Dawn creeps closer with each breath, ready to bathe your corpse in golden light should the portcullis remain sealed. Freedom hangs by a thread of cunning. Cut it clean. more
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