Tag: Architectural
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Ballad 127 of the Stone Faced Scribe
Verse 1In ancient times, a scribe named RayCarved life in stone by night and dayHis chisel danced, his mallet swayedIn crafted halls where shadows played. Verse 2He lived in heart of Artisan’s KeepWhere stony spires in twilight weepTheir silent tears did not deceiveBut whispered tales you’d scarce believe. Verse 3His workshop was a cavern vastIts…