Labyrinth of Fragments
(V-12: Gothic Horror/Poetic) The city of Ouroboros did not exist on any map. It was a sprawling, impossible architecture of obsidian spires and floating bridges, a place where the sky was a bruised purple and the rain fell upwards. I woke up in the center of the Great Plaza, my memories a shattered mirror, my identity a handful of dust. I was Kael, or so the silver coin in my pocket told me. I...
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