The Faded Attic
The hall of the High Court of Ostrava gleamed under the weight of centuries of dust and candlelight, a cavernous space where the air hung thick with the scent of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood, while you stood at the center of the packed assembly, your armor clinking softly with every shallow breath you took, a sound that seemed to echo louder than the whispers of the hundreds of...
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