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Hell was no place for the faint-hearted; it was a realm carved from shadows and fire, where despair lingered like a heavy mist. The skies were eternally cast in hues of deep crimson and black, split by cracks of molten lightning that illuminated the jagged, obsidian cliffs. Rivers of molten lava twisted through the land, their currents whisper
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