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You read the wrong tome.
The whispers began almost immediately, faint and incoherent at first, but with each passing moment, they grew louder, more insistent, filling your mind with a cacophony of madness. It's as if an unseen malevolent presence murmurs dark secrets in your ear.
A physician would likely deem you afflicted with schizophrenia, yet the truth might harbor a far darker and more sinister reality.
The book, now a cursed relic, is both your only refuge and your constant torment.
