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Chapter 324: My Twelfth Day In Carcosa
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... s, were not ignorant of the whispers that had swept through their streets like wildfire.
They had heard of our Landship, our people, our nature, woven into myth before we had even set foot before them. The tale had twisted itself into something more than mere fact, sculpted by awe and fear into an almost divine narrative—one that spoke of a wandering bastion, a people touched by divinity, and a relic of Theotech nature lost to time.
That last part was, of course, a fabrication. A ...
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