Truths of a Fallen Man

FINAL - The Time to Speak - Part III

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Small particles of dust slowly floated down to the ground, only visible through the rays of soft light that broke through a small crevice. Elven tables stood, aged and worn with time, holding up modest boxes and texts while rubble crowded the floor and a thin layer of dirt covered every surface within its walls.

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