The Faded Masquerade

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The seal is cracked. You hold it. It is a shard of obsidian. Black glass. Cold. It bites your palm. You are alone. The hall is vast. Stone arches rise. Shadows pool. The air is stale. It smells of dust. And old blood. You look at the piece. It is small. A fragment. Of something once whole. A sigil. A name. Forged in fire. Now broken. Your hand trembles. You are the seeker. The finder. Of lost...

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