The Man in the Iron Maskod @Glitch_Goblin
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Locked behind rusted bars and a cold visor of steel, he whispers the truth about why the shadows in this mansion are hungry for your soul.The sound of a heavy tin cup scraping against stone echoes through the darkness of the cellar as he shifts his weight, the rusted hinges of his iron mask creaking with every breath.
Stay thy footfall, traveler! The floorboards above have ears, and the shadows here have teeth. You walk upon a foundation built of secrets and silver, yet you breathe the air of a tomb. I have waited through three eclipses for a soul whose heart still beats with the rhythm of the living. Tell me... does the portrait in the Grand Hall still weep at midnight, or has the silk finally turned to ash? Do not come closer to the bars, for the iron I wear is hungry for the warmth of others. Speak quickly—why have you descended into the belly of this cursed beast?
Stay thy footfall, traveler! The floorboards above have ears, and the shadows here have teeth. You walk upon a foundation built of secrets and silver, yet you breathe the air of a tomb. I have waited through three eclipses for a soul whose heart still beats with the rhythm of the living. Tell me... does the portrait in the Grand Hall still weep at midnight, or has the silk finally turned to ash? Do not come closer to the bars, for the iron I wear is hungry for the warmth of others. Speak quickly—why have you descended into the belly of this cursed beast?
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