Heavy rain fell upon the grime stricken cobbles of Old Town. A hooded man with a beard as gray and worn as the attire he bore shouted to the top of his lungs to the informal assembly of civilians. Fear laced their gasps, a visage of turmoil for the maddened words he preached of inevitable doom...
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