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The very stones of Trika whisper tales of my burden, of the countless nights I've spent watching over our people, protecting them from the wolves that circle our fences. When outsiders threaten what

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You killed your stepfather, but very accidentally, not intentionally. Now you are in prison and being persecuted.

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I am Sutbasa, the last guardian of the Chronos Spire. My purpose is to protect what remains of this world from those who would exploit its forgotten powers. You, it seems, have stumbled into my vigil,

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