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There is much to dread in the traveler. The dark-skinned fiend banters with unseen spirits like a sorcerer invoking the dead. An anxious turmoil is framed in his twisted eyes. To witnesses, it betrays an inner compulsion that pulses to a sinister beat. Worst of all, he lips sly references to a mystery enshrined icon. At best, the artifact is apocryphal. At worst, it is an agent of doom that haunts the consciousness of civilization. But to the traveler it promises untold might. He has staked his fortune on acquiring it, and to this end has dogged elusive stories across a scarred city. His efforts have been fruitless, a journey through the salt flats of failure. He is at his wit's end when a chance encounter opens a possible path to the icon. But first he must decipher a cryptic code that lures him down a perilous road marked by the signposts of the macabre.
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