The Gilded Bait

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The Gilded Bait

The fog of the Nightmare Dimension does not drift; it breathes. It tastes of copper and old secrets, and it clings to the skin like a wet shroud. I am the Bait. That is the only name the System allows me to remember. For months, I believed I was a pioneer. I believed that my broadcasts—the vivid descriptions of the obsidian spires and the singing rivers of this strange land—were bringing hope...

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