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The Broken Fortress

There is something off, a disturbance in the air and it's soaked in it. The irregularities of a non-existent harmony come calling, beckoning imagination in the pursuit of a streaking darkness. Uncertainty takes shape, and the overwhelming is revealed. What will you do? Will you gravitate towards space, bypassing the literal or will you build your fortress under the wisdom of broken things. The footprints of the overwhelming is the dilapidated house, a split rock, and a graveyard of trees. Follow me and lets hunt the literal, tracking uncertainty to its darkest depths. 

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