| Ravaged Journal | - Nameless Victim: For days, the scent has lingered. At first, it troubled me.
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- Nameless Victim: Rotting flesh, the smell and the sound of corpse-flies ever present.
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- Nameless Victim: But there is a sweetness to it, and alongside the buzzing of flies I hear the croon of an older thing.
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- Nameless Victim: A god that demands flesh. That rewards its consumption.
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