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A fallen paladin, his once-glistening silver armor now stained with streaks of dried blood and blackened ash, kneels atop a mountain of broken weapons. His shattered greatsword remains embedded in the earth beside him, its blade still burning with divine fire despite the darkness festering in his soul. Behind him, golden wings of light flicker weakly, barely resisting the creeping corruption twisting around his hands. ,aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1,