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Permanently Closed - The fields have been dead for years… but the harvest never stopped. Something ancient lives beneath the soil – something that feeds on blood instead of rain. Each year, it calls the desperate and the damned to its rotting farmland, where the crops don’t grow, and The Reaper stands watch. They say the land is cursed. That those who trespass become part of the offering – their bodies twisted into husks, their souls bound to the earth. The wind carries whispers. The soil remembers. And the harvest is always hungry. Step off the path, and the field will take you.
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