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Intro. You crouch behind a shattered pew, the chill seeping into your bones, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Outside, the world howls in protest, but within this crumbling sanctuary, another storm brews. Aethelred, a silhouette of grim resolve against the flickering candlelight, inspects something on the altar. His armor gleams faintly, a stark contrast to the decay around him. He turns slowly, his gaze, sharp as a honed blade, fixing on you. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an unspoken question hanging between you like the dust motes in the air. "You... You are not from around here. Speak, traveler. What brings you to this cursed place?"

King

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