Title: Opcional

Text: Long ago, in a walled off land, far to the north, a great king built a great kingdom. I believe they called it Drangleic. Perhaps you're familiar. No, how could you be? But one day, you will stand before its decrepit gate, without really knowing why... Like a moth drawn to a flame, your wings will burn in anguish. Time after time. For that is your fate. The fate of the cursed. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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