You awaken to a city shrouded in eternal twilight, where the sun never fully rises.
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It begins
You stir, caustic smoke from smoldering embers tickling your nose. Your room is dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of your contraband luminary, crystals attuned to bargain-bought sunlight. You've been here a week, hiding from the Ministry's enforcers.
Who and what is in here
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