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She felt a sharp pain in her hand and looked down to find her fingers gripped so tight around the necklace her knuckles were white. She eased her shaking fist open and gazed at the necklace, at the little red dents in her palm. In a flash of something like defiance, she wrapped the chain around her neck and fastened the clasp. The medallion slithered down between her breasts and settled there with an ominous, foreboding c***k. Something in the sound snapped through her haze and brought her upright. Creaking chains and ancient metals, echoing corridors and whispering voices, darkness and incense and moldering stone. What? What was it? She stood fixed, on the verge of it, unable to breathe. Seconds went by, minutes, but...nothing. Just that pale shadow of a memory, a skin-crawling brush o
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