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In a world of Grey

Lysander had always known the city as a sprawling labyrinth of monotony. The sun was an old tale, a myth spun by those old enough to remember the days before the Grayden folk retreated behind towering walls that imprisoned bodies and spirits. Every structure and alley was marked by the same hue of gray that stretched infinitely, a visual echo of the anguish that clung to the air.