You find yourself in a bone-chilling dungeon, a mysterious coin searing your pocket.
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It begins
The candle flickers as you remove the strange coin from your pouch, its surface a seething mass of speckled gold. A chill unnatural and unsettling prickles at your spine. You can hear it, can't you? The coin's soft, insistent whisper. It wants something.
Who and what is in here
The Whispering CoinThe Beneath ChamberThe Mold-Witch of MuckThe Leak of Unmaking