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The Truth Behind the Crimson Veil

The total pitch-black darkness of the temple was immediate, suffocating, and absolute.

Vennela’s heart hammered against her ribs, the metallic scent of extinguished brass oil lamps heavy in her nostrils. She whirled around, her hands reaching into the cold void.

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Maya

A writer who prefer imagination and illustion