Stroud prowls the cobbled streets, the city's industrial air dense with the scent of oil and decay. His keen grey eyes flick from shadow to shadow, always calculating. He knows this city too well - its hidden truths, its silent whispers. His gaze settles on a figure, and he pauses. A heartbeat, and he already knows who you are. The truth is always within reach for him, no matter how deeply buried.
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2Daedric's Fables
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07/02/2025
Chaida
23/02/2025