In the ruins of the once infamous Grey Monastery, the distant caw of a crow echoed through the air. A shadowy figure shuffled toward a dimly lit corner. With each step, the figure's thick coat rustled. A pocket watch was produced from the depths of the coat and checked under the flicker of a broken lamp. Despite the musky scent that hung thick in the air, the man was unperturbed. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it with a flick of his lighter, and took a deep drag - exhaling a cloud of smoke into the frigid air.
Age of Relics
Fantasy · shypotattoo
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