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The saloon was a maelstrom of noise and smoke, a rough establishment on the edge of civilization, hundreds of miles from Demomire. Men laughed, argued,
In the hushed hours of the Whispering Pines Boarding House, the air hung thick with the aroma of Mrs. Fletcher’s apple pie, still lingering from
The stagecoach creaked and groaned as it navigated the treacherous turns of the Mountains Of Mist. Each jolt sent shivers through the wooden frame, a
Steel wheels screeched against iron rails as the locomotive sliced through the hazy dawn. Steam plumed from its chimney, a leviathan of industry snaking towards Fort Brashear. Inside, passengers settled into the rhythm of the journey, their chatter and laughter mingling with the clatter of the train. A man in a pinstripe suit, Emerson Crane […]
Jean-Luc Moreau’s gaze was an anchor, tethered to the turbulent sea where Mihai had vanished. The crew’s cries pierced the night, a cacophony of fear
From the depths of the Amsterdam shipyard, chaos unfurled like a tempestuous sea, its waves crashing against the order of the night. As King Wolfgang
In the midst of the shipyard’s nocturnal symphony, Mr. Grace stood cloaked in the shroud of night, his senses sharpened to the whispers of movement
