You stare at the artifact laying on the stone pedestal. All around the dead rest in their alcoves but still they whisper. They whisper warning of their wrath for those who touch the artifact. You reach out and the whispers stop the silence thick with anticipation.
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I stared the eyes they were piercing red and I felt myself falling into them my mind going numb and fleeing. I felt the hands onto my body bearing my neck, but I did not care. Then the sharp searing pain as the fangs pierced my neck and the growing cold.
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Hearing a whisper down the moonlit hall. You stare down the hall parts lit in the pale light of the moon and others in deeper dark. You hear the whisper again and then see it a shadow emerging from the dark and running towards you.
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Whispers of discord from the shadows and the world drowns in Chaos.
Madness in the streets and still the whispers find fertile minds and willing hearts.
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