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It traveled on the wind... On the Breath of Night...From the Ancient spores of the dawn of life came this reckoning. It's thought- if lethal purpose can be called thought -the total annihilation of life. A reaping. A deadly harvest. When it passed by, nature sickened, withered. Where it lingered, the smell of death hung in the air. And where it touched, it's virulent scythe swept away all creation, until only barren wasteland remained.
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