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The Mirror and The Flame

Samk3000
Caught between duty to his kingdom and the quiet terror of unraveling reality, Elias must navigate a town of buried ambitions and rising dread, where every ally has a secret, and every secret leads closer to a truth that may cost him more than his life. “Some towns bury their secrets. Dunwich’s Reach lives in them.” Journalist Elias Whitaker arrives in Dunwich’s Reach with a clear mission: uncover how the mining giant Deepwell Extractions is tied to the war-hungry Reichwald Republic—and report the truth back to the Kingdom of Velmorne. But the town is not what he expected. The roads are always wet. The fog never lifts. And no one gives a straight answer. What begins as a political investigation descends into something stranger. Deepwell’s true purpose lies behind locked gates and half-spoken warnings. Disappearances are met with shrugs. The locals speak in glances. And the few who ask too many questions… don’t stay long. As Elias digs deeper, his own mind begins to fray. Dreams press too close to waking. Shadows linger longer than they should. And with each passing day, Dunwich’s Reach wraps tighter around him; its residents, its silence, its whispered horrors.
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