Prolouge

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Once upon a time, in a land not so far away. There was a great castle on a meek hill. It was tall and sparkled in the sunlight; a true symbol of divinity.

In the midst of the shallow valley below, a town lay quiet. Waiting for something. An important figure to give a verdict, perhaps? A marriage ceremony? The descent of some divine god to destroy them all?

That last one is a definite no, they would be screaming if that were the case. And it's not.

All such guesses are currently wrong. They are waiting for something much simpler right now.

An invitation.

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