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    Is there a purpose?

    The man on the wall's eyes were still wide open, it's hands spread wide as if nailed to the wall, but nothing visible held them in place. Blood saturated his chest, his once white shirt dyed an unmistakable shade of maroon. Ichor dripped from his lips, forming a li9ne down his chin, onto his...
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