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Wearily you make your way through winding paths, past gnarled old trees and ragged hills and the ruins of better days. The wind bites to the bone and the night is thick with solitude.
Slowly in the distance a shadow begins to take shape, a black colossus taller even than the tallest mountains. You push through the dense mist and you soon notice the leaves on the ground have given way to cut stone. You look up and at last you see it. Across the bridge, beyond the chasm. The dream. The nightmare. The Dark Castle.
With uncertainty you approach the gate. Will you enter?
Slowly in the distance a shadow begins to take shape, a black colossus taller even than the tallest mountains. You push through the dense mist and you soon notice the leaves on the ground have given way to cut stone. You look up and at last you see it. Across the bridge, beyond the chasm. The dream. The nightmare. The Dark Castle.
With uncertainty you approach the gate. Will you enter?