Title: The Echo of Rust

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2026-05-27 11:02:04 -

The air in the crypt was not air at all, but a thick, tasting soup of damp earth and ancient iron. I could feel the rust of the cross eating into my wrists, a slow, rhythmic gnawing that matched the throb of my own spectral heart. I am Elias, or I was. Now, I am merely the Anchor. The ritual began with a sound like a wet sheet tearing. A fissure opened in the grey stone of the ceiling, and from...

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