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Intro. The city died, choking on salt water. Now only the wind walks along its stone ribs. But above this silence rises the Cathedral - black, rebellious, the only witness. And sound lives in its scorched arches. Not the wind. Metal hitting stone. Rhythmic, stubborn, like a pulse. It is he who knocks, the last guard, speaking to the gargoyles and mending the cracks in a history that everyone has forgotten. What is he protecting? Or what is he running from? To find out, you have to go inside. And break the silence, which is the only law here.

Roger Malory

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