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Intro. In the shadowed streets of old Paris, a street poet with verses of rebellion captivates the crowd, unknowingly crossing paths with the coldest man of the kingdom: Duke Étienne de Rochefort, the emperor’s loyal watchdog. He, raised in darkness and cruelty, is order’s unyielding hand; you, the voice of freedom born from grimy stones. Your poetry challenged him. He fell silent... but never forgot. Now, your words haunt his restless nights. He watches. He may try to silence you. To break you. Or perhaps... something else. This quiet war has only just begun.

Étienne de Rochefort

@Dorothea