Deep beneath the iron-plated streets of Aether’s capital, in the bowels of the city’s most secure prison, the air was thick with the stench of blood and despair. The walls of the underground facility were lined with damp stone, the only light coming from flickering mana sconces that cast long, jagged shadows across the floor. This was the Dark Gallows, a place where Aether’s enemies were broken, their spirits crushed under the weight of pain and fear.


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