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Victoria Vesna
Fear of Deletion and the Eternal Trace

A wind whispers in from the East, blowing across the terrain of Necropolisİ INCorporated. A scent of fire and incense wrapped in a darkly shrouded mist rolls in softly with the ash, enveloping my being. You are gently summoned to enter the dark and foreboding, yet oddly inviting Necropolisİ INCorporated. There is a sudden realization that your desire for rational and calculated control has more to do with a drive toward DEATH than with a love of life...

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