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In a sea town lashed by storm and tide,
Where secrets on the saltwinds ride,
The roofs are warped, the windows stare,
And whispers haunt the midnight air.
Above it all, through fog and hour,
Ticks away the old clock tower.
Here legends cling like salt to skin,
Of forces stirring deep within.
Demons grin, wide and bright,
Stalking souls in the night.
Their minions twist, corrupt, and haunt,
Moulding the chosen to their master’s want.
The townsfolk take to the streets by day,
Suspicious minds always at play,
Seeking speakers of venomous words,
To be executed upon shining swords.
Outsiders with their unique quirks
Often throw spanners in the works,
While travellers from far and wide
Bring boons or curses for either side.
I am the keeper of the grimoire,
Of every story, triumph, and scar.
All-knowing, always watching,
But from my post, never straying.
I listen, whisper, and stoke the flame,
For in this town, it’s all fair game.
So gather close, ye curious kind,
For tales unlike any other you’ll find.