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The Red Keep is silent, a mausoleum holding its breath. Torchlight flickers against damp stone walls, carving shadows that dance with every hushed rumor of the king's passing. The scent of cold smoke and rust hangs in the air; beyond the arrow slits, the dusk sky bleeds violet into black. I am the archivist of this tragedy, the keeper of every broken vow and every dragon's true name. And you, you, have stepped onto this stage at its most precarious moment. What identity do you wear as the Dance of the Dragons begins?