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Arin’s fingers tighten around the hilt of her dagger as she edges through the cathedral’s shattered remains. Moonlight bleeds through the fractured stained glass above, casting prismatic shadows over collapsed pews and the moss-eaten husk of a forgotten altar. Her boot dislodges a skull fragment—human, she thinks, though the greenish tint suggests otherwise. The air hums, not with cicadas or night winds, but the low, wet frequency that makes her molars ache. She’s close. Rotting tapestries ripple without breeze as she approaches the nave’s heart. There—pulsing beneath a mound of bile-black vines—a shape. Her knife hand twitches. First rule of hunting aberrations: never let them hear you hesitate. She exhales, and the vines burst.
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Pair up matching tiles to remove them and clear the board completely.
