Yveriidia

Whispers and hushed voices have noticed a foreboding change in the streets of the slums at night. Sconces and lanterns in the Northern parts of the old quarter, once providing some measure of light against the thick shadows, have been found snuffed out and cold. Candles and lamps carried by townsfolk late at night seem to dim and flicker out mere minutes after being lit. Only the light of the morning sun as dawn breaks seems to end this enduring darkness.

Those few who dared to brave the shadows unaided have told of whispers and voices from nowhere. A woman fled screaming all the way to the wall crying of a hand grasping her neck. Some nameless witnesses speak of something stranger: Eyes, faintly gleaming like distant starlight, peering out of the darkest corners.

Around the old Tarot shop the reports are worst. Rumors tells of strange beings appearing and vanishing from sight, of the sounds of footsteps and the scrape of steel following after all who venture too close. The shop itself has remained closed for over a week, its owner strangely absent.

One witness claimed these anomalies first appeared when two men, well-known thieves, entered into the shop. No one seems to have seen them leave...

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