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| − | The old city. Far from the bastions of steel and glass that tower above you, from the little warm cafes tucked into street corners, from the lights of the billboards that dance in your eyes even after you stop looking. No, this is the quarter of the rich and old, the original settlers, now as worn and rooted as the old stone buildings which they inhabit. The families here bicker, feuds linger started from slights centuries ago. Cathedrals, botanical gardens, galleries, mansions- all stand for the world to see and gawk at. Built and maintained through the pride of the clans that live here. The proudest of all of these families- the Jackdaws.
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| − | You are one of them- at least you were. A cast out, a misfit, a distant descendant. You live in the city, some of you as far away as possibly from the cold statues of the old district, but still it calls to you. Black tendrils of the old world have started to weave their way into the new, wrap around skyscrapers and bloom onyx flowers to blot out the sun. You are being pulled back into the intrigues and scandals of years ago, into the charcoal hearts of the kings and queens of legacy, back into the gothic.
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