The tile floor rings hollowly in the chamber. Amidst the heavy moisture coating each breath, the fetid stink of death weighs heavily. A lone throne flanked by a pair of stone braziers sit ominously empty. Thick spiderwebs span from the angelic statue looming over the throne, the once-pretty face now hidden behind silken strands. Skittering echoes from the dark caverns broken through the walls on the upper balconies. A trail of blood, still sticky and fresh, leads into the yawning maw of death.
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