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    "description": "\"What is the Darkness?\"\n\nYou open your eyes and gaze at your hands, seeking an answer to your question.\n\nSearing glow from a tyrant light above you annihilates all shadow from the plain of sand you stand upon in a world full of L I G H T.\n\nThe last thing you perceive is a blazing outline of alabaster fingers gripping your wrist in a tight fist, before photokeratitis takes your sight.\n\nThe roar of the wind fills your ears.\n\nWhatever has seized you is shaking you. You perceive shouting over the rush of air, but you can't make out the words. You lean closer to your hands, to whatever's clasping them, shaking them.\n\nThe shouting grows eager.\n\nYou can smell it now; whatever has seized you. Ancient. Rotting. Powerful.\n\nIts grip is strong—as strong as yours, the heat of the Light coursing through it.\n\nIt can smell the Light on you, too. It knows you are just like it.\n\nIt has lived forever. A gift from your shared parent. Forever is too long.\n\nYou think you know what it's saying now.\n\nIt begs for death.\n\nYour vision gradually returns…\n\nA harsh glare blooms from the heavens above.\n\nYour soul is weary.\n\nYour feet find purchase in shifting sands.\n\nYour cloak billows in the wind, yet something clings to it, weighing it down.",
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  "subtitle": "A mercurial limb: for one who seeks answers about the Dark.",
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