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Darkness had fallen across the land. Against a drab, starless sky, the moon poked out from behind the oppressive clouds and cast the only light upon the barren landscape below. The ground was bare of adornment, with only thin stone slabs to break the monotony.
A large and rusted gate squeaked idly in protest as a pitch-black hand pushed it open. The drow adjusted his glasses idly as he looked around grimly. His voice was a mere whisper as he muttered, "It should be around here somewhere


















