Filth

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You awaken in a forgotten prison, the taste of rust and blood heavy in the air.
You don't remember why you're here. You don't remember much at all.

The cells are empty, save for the cold stare of dead knights and the embers of a lone fire where a weary, nameless knight waits. He frees you, though his words gnaw at the edges of your mind, whispers that you might not belong to the living anymore.

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