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THE FOOL : ERA OF MYSTERIES BEGINS

In the heart of the steampunk city of Babel, Jesper awakens to a world forever changed. After mysteriously rising from his own grave, he finds himself disoriented and alone without anything but the fool card. Clutching a cryptic letter from his uncle and a sinister Fool card, Jesper is thrust into a labyrinth of secrets and unexplainable mysteries. Navigating the bustling, gear-laden streets of Babel, Jesper encounters enigmatic figures and uncovers hidden truths about the city’s dark underbelly. Each step deeper into the mystery reveals a city teeming with magical realism—where machines whisper secrets and the line between the living and the dead blurs. Jesper's journey is marked by unsettling encounters and haunting visions, pushing him to question the nature of reality and his own sanity. Guided by the Fool card’s cryptic clues, he must unravel the truth behind his resurrection and the sinister forces at play. As Jesper delves deeper, he discovers a hidden network of night hunters and arcane practitioners who hold the key to Babel’s dark secrets. In a world where magic and machinery intertwine, Jesper must navigate treacherous alliances and deadly enemies to uncover the truth and reclaim his lost life. "This is the beginning of the Fool's journey within the abyss - or should i say mine is." - Jesper Hasington.

DivineCrimson · Fantasy
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71 Chs

An Invitation

After handing my letter to the librarian, trusting in his discreet methods to ensure it reached Miss Rose, I retreated to my room. The toll of maintaining a polite and cheerful facade all day had left me numb and mentally exhausted. I collapsed onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling and noticing the insignificant details that seemed to mock my restless thoughts.

One idle notion led to another, until inevitably, my mind drifted back to the assistant boy at the inn. I never even asked his name, I thought bitterly. My interactions with him were driven purely by my own curiosity and needs. The old man was right—I had used him. A wave of guilt washed over me. Perhaps I was responsible for his death. But I knew that wallowing in self-blame wouldn't bring him back. I tried to divert my focus to other matters.