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They say the world was forged in chains. Not the kind hammered by mortal hands, but links of judgment and debt, unseen and unbroken, binding every soul to the weight of its choices. In taverns, the old men whisper that the Keeper of Chains walks among mortals, unseen, measuring sins with iron hands. In temples, priests chant that every crime tolls like a hammer upon the links of eternity. And in the alleys, where rain drowns the lanternlight, there are those who swear they have seen the chains move on their own-seeking, grasping, punishing. Once, there was a thief who laughed at such tales. His hands were quick, his shadow nimble, and no god's scales could hold him. But coin blinded him, and betrayal bound him. In one night of blood and grief, his fate was sealed. He knelt before the Keeper's altar, and when he rose, an iron chain clasped his waist, humming with names he had not yet spoken. That thief was remade-no longer rogue, no longer free. He became the servant of chains, the judge in the dark, the cleric who bore the weight of others' sins upon his own shoulders. Some call him priest. Others call him hunter. Some, in whispers, call him executioner. And yet, the old stories warn: the chains are never sated. Each link forged is a life taken, each name etched a burden added. What begins as justice may twist into hunger, and even the hand that wields the chain may one day be bound by it.

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