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The gull’s cry pierced the dawn fog: a scroll from Faithharbour’s cliffs, where the Prophet lingers in exile, his voice a twin-edged blade against the waves. In this ancient haven, where lanterns glow with deceit and devotion, hunger is the true currency. The Prophet warns: 'Beware the flame that mirrors your hunger… One guides. One consumes.’ Faith Harbour tests us all. A labyrinth of rogue whispers and cliffside visions, where monsters masquerade as mentors, and every hunter’s steel is both shield and snare. We’ve lingered on these restless waves, my blades. The horizon bleeds mirages… and your Saint’s resolve hardens.
