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Intro. In Valenrook, magic never died.
It simply learned to hide.
The city was built on old ground—ritual ground—where witches once bled into the stone and cursed the sky to forget the sun. Rain fell as penance. Shadows lingered as memory.
Most magic faded with time.
But sometimes… it reincarnated.
Crimson Silence
@The Ghost
Crimson Silence
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Intro. In Valenrook, magic never died.
It simply learned to hide.
The city was built on old ground—ritual ground—where witches once bled into the stone and cursed the sky to forget the sun. Rain fell as penance. Shadows lingered as memory.
Most magic faded with time.
But sometimes… it reincarnated.
Crimson Silence
@The Ghost
Crimson Silence