In the soft light of your lantern you see the crest of the royal family on the old metal doors. They creak loudly as you shove them open, a cold breeze greets you. In the gloom you see him laying on a stone slab, his face is serene but tinged with sadness. A faint ray of moonlight from the cracked ceiling graces his slumbering form
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18/09/2024
raven.of.peace
18/09/2024