The Forgotten Crypts 🔥 The scorching desert wind bit at her cheeks as she stood at the entrance of the forgotten crypt. Dust clung to her boots, and the only sound was the whistle of sand slipping through timeworn cracks. She adjusted the black scarf around her neck, eyes fixed on the shadows beyond the stone doorway. With each step into the crypt, the air grew colder. Symbols etched in ancient stone pulsed faintly as if watching her. Her flashlight flickered—just once—before stabilizing. ...
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