FLASHBACK — A DAY AGO
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Greyvale City at night was typically a cacophony of sounds: shop owners wrapping up their business, raucous laughter spilling from taverns, carriage wheels clattering over cobblestones, and guards barking routine commands as they shifted duties.
But that night felt different. Above the rooftops and beyond the distant city walls, a golden beam of light shot into the sky, slicing through the darkness and casting a soft glow on the clouds, visible even from the furthest corners of the district.
In a quieter part of the city, far removed from noble estates and the bustling central market, stood an old grey stone fountain. Water flowed gently from a lion's head into a shallow basin beside which sat a lone man. Gregor leaned forward on a simple stone bench, his elbows resting on his knees, head tilted slightly upward as he gazed at the distant light with an expression full of contemplation.
