Deadmans's Chest
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Deadmans's Chest
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Deadmans's Chest


The moment the lid stirs, a shadow will
fall across your heart, a thrum that is not your own. The chest does not offer wealth;
it demands your essence. Open it, and your soul will be as a flame in the wind—lost,
and never to return."

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