564 words, all of them different from one another, I promise. I hardly used the same letters.
It’s true, no hope, but sacrilege, decay, muck, and ruin. An old woman in a frayed robe, stained. The skin of a great serpent.
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No Hope564 words, all of them different from one another, I promise. I hardly used the same letters. It’s true, no hope, but sacrilege, decay, muck, and ruin. An old woman in a frayed robe, stained. The skin of a great serpent.
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