Muck Hunter — Sam Spratt - Masks of Luci

Observation

eyes, sharp as The Fallen Angel before him, pierce the Game Under. knowing close as code, yet unready to pounce. patience—whispered, echoing, a weight in his ear. the unsolicited call shows no mercy; the Key revealed, yet no Ringmaster commands. he sways on the low Pale Ground beneath, but the Grandest truths unveil the answer. Closing in, he Starts— the dreaded First must be taken to weave through the labyrinth set before him. The Future Awaits. <3

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