It was like we had boarded a train to hell itself. It was a desolate, European style village amidst a harsh winter. The fog was full of wayward spirits, the ground full of restless undead and the sky beheld a moon that blinked like an eye, watching us toil through a microscope.
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It was like we had boarded a train to hell itself. It was a desolate, European style village amidst a harsh winter. The fog was full of wayward spirits, the ground full of restless undead and the sky beheld a moon that blinked like an eye, watching us toil through a microscope.