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... te streets of Vareth, carrying with it the foul stench of rot and despair.
The once-great city lay in silent agony, its people either dead, turned, or hiding in the ruins, whispering prayers that no longer reached any god.
At the heart of it all, the cursed knight marched forward.
His armor, once gleaming with honor, now bore the foul markings of undeath.
His gauntlets twitched with each step, as if struggling against invisible chains.
His breath, once ste ...
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