The Wistful Dinner
The air in the cellar is thick, tasting of damp stone and old iron. You are alone, but the silence is heavy with the weight of the past. This is the Vault, a subterranean archive beneath the manor of Sir Thomas Bradshaw, a place where the laws of nature hold their breath. You stand before the central pillar, a monolith of obsidian that has not moved in a thousand years. It is the only thing...
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