Lonely souls traverse the ruined city. Lost in the shadow of who they used to be. So many souls, yet such desolation. For they must first find themselves if they are to find others. Former craftsmen, former kings, all walk the same road without prejudice. Need perhaps catastrophe be for men to see?

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