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Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Salty Fish Pilot · Games
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312 Chs

Chapter 233 Bordeaux Candle

After getting permission, Shard took the candle out of the wooden box and confirmed that it was indeed a relic.

He sniffed it lightly, and the candle had no scent; although its surface appeared unmarked, he could feel fine lines when he touched it. However, the candle had burned down to its last bit, and even if there had been any text originally, Shard was unable to discern what it was.