The Faded Attic
The hall is loud. You are here. The air smells of stale beer and sweat. You wear your armor. It is old. The leather is cracked. The steel is dull. You do not shine. You do not need to shine. You just need to hold the line. This is a feast. Or a trap. It looks the same. The lights are low. The music is high. People dance. They do not look at you. You are a ghost in the corner. You are the shadow...
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