"From beneath the gnarled crypt-roots of the Black Forest, where reality thins and time rots, it came. Not demon, not man—"Gravehorn" is the relic of something older than death, summoned by a ritual none remember and spoken of only in the ravings of the drowned. To look upon him is to remember the universe never cared for your shape."
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