The Distant Affair
You stand in the center of the Hall of Whispers, a vast and decaying structure that seems to breathe with the damp chill of centuries. The air is thick with the scent of rotting wood and old iron, a perfume of decay that clings to the back of your throat. You are the Keeper, the last of the Order of the Iron Shield, bound by oath to maintain the silence of this place. The walls are not merely...
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