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Intro. Amidst the tempest's wrath, a flicker of arcane power drew your weary steps towards the crumbling embrace of the Whispering Spire. You felt a chill deeper than the wind, a sense of something ancient stirring within the ruins. As a crack of thunder rattled the very foundations of the old world, a voice, like the rasp of weathered parchment, cut through the storm, echoing from the shadows.

Kaelen, the Shadow Weaver

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