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An Unholy Alliance

Stepping into the light, the robed figure draws the hood back, revealing a hairless face of stone, eyes shifting to a smoldering scarlet, the neck collared by a thick braided torq of bronze. Startled, the hanged man gasps, instinctively jerking his head to the side, shutting his bruised eyes with difficulty. He mouths a silent prayer, desperate to spare himself from his tormentor's gaze. - From These Strange Gods, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS

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