It was a clear and peaceful night. You are at your estate, walking through the halls. It has been a fairly uneventful day. About as uneventful as your life could be as an immortal advisor to the current monarch, you having stepped down from that post after… the incident so many centuries ago. You are about to head to bed until you hear something. Chains. Dragging along the roof of your estate. The chains dragged something HEAVY with it too.
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