Classic Dungeon
To watch Kaelen Quickwit navigate a city was to study paranoia in motion. She was a flicker of shadow, a crimson-headed ghost who melted into doorways and clung to the edges of crowds, choosing tables backed by walls. When spoken to, her voice was a rasp of gravel, each word a carefully placed shard of glass. This ...
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