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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.

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Chapter 357: The Fear Before Death

Shard fiddled with the ugly little wooden carving in his hand, while the priest suddenly stopped in his tracks, signaling Shard to look to the side:

"We've arrived."

Number 12 Hangton Garden Street was the original residence of the Freeman family, but now they had moved out. The priest, relying on his strong personal charm, had actually borrowed the keys to the house, which had not yet found a buyer.

The family seemed to have left in a hurry, with moving rubbish scattered around in the overgrown garden due to lack of maintenance. But they hadn't moved away too long ago, so the place only looked slightly disordered.

The priest was holding a bunch of keys, unlocking the iron lock that was entwined around the fence. After walking a dozen steps along the path, they were in front of the house door. During this time, neither Shard nor Priest Augustus felt anything unusual.