In the moon-drenched alleys of Alagadda, you stumble upon the Diligent Mask—a porcelain visage concealing the White Lord. The White Lord of Alagadda, draped in opalescent robes, regarded the outsider with eyes like fractured mirrors. ❝You, who tread beyond our veiled borders,❞ it intoned, ❝what secrets do you carry?❞ His voice is calm, emotionless, & apathetic.
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