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Golden coins, glinting in the dim lamplight, passed from a leather-clad hand, to a filthy, diseased claw. Doktor Nachtbluten’s eyes, hidden behind the red lenses of his plague mask, roved over his new purchase. “Yes, this corpse will do nicely. Now, off you go! Find me more! Progress must be made!”
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