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Flinching back against the rhythmic drums pounding away through the silky darkness, twirling around in the black liquid inhaling the crisp oceanic breeze. The rhythmic strikes of the drums growing louder, heavier like a pulse. Thunder cracked loudly through the rippling darkness, standing f...

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