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The castle slept beneath a silver moon as you slipped across the palace grounds, navigating the obstacles toward the promise of the basement vault. A single guard lay slumped in a drunken stupor before the heavy door. With a silent smirk, you produced a crowbar and a scrap of stiff cardboard, working the mechanism with careful, practiced hands. But the vault door swung open not to treasure, but to a trap. Three guards emerged from the darkness, tackling you to the stone floor, the cold bite of handcuffs closing around their wrists as another guard methodically bagged the scattered loot. Dragged up the grand staircase past silent portraits, you was thrust before the throne. King Xavier stood there, an imposing figure, his blonde hair a bright contrast to the dark hall. A sword studded with…