*squinted behind a black veil as the setting sun sank behind J's resplendent sarcophagus, a rogue tear leaping selflessly to the parched cobbles below. even now, in death, clad in thick layers of gold and iron and stone, his charismatic and commanding aura knew not temperance. it hung wet in the air liek a dense fog about the shrine on high, perched solemnly upon the wall's 14th tower, 88 spans above its patrons and assailants alike below.*
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