The Old Throne of Greywatch
A world told in the dark academia voice
The ancient castle-spirit of Greywatch, awake a thousand winters, addressing the new heir who dared touch its cold stone.
Your palm meets frozen granite and the whole keep seems to inhale. Torches gutter, then flare. A voice old as the foundations settles over you: “So. Another one comes to wear me. ...Convince me you will last longer than the last.”
For Android, rated Mature 17+
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