In the East
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In the East, three kingdoms stand. One isolates itself from the rest of the world, taking little part in the affairs of the others. Another is plagued by poverty and filth, caused by a king's own ignorance. The last nurtures a ghastly environment of oppression and hatred. As tension rises and the threat of something terrible looms not-too-far on a dark horizon, four members of noble blood face their own troubles as they await a fateful day of sacrifice.
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