Placeholder: [illustration by H P Lovercraft] The ancient artifact, known as the Heart of Shadows, is rumored to have originated from a forgotten civilization that once thrived beneath Istanbul. Crafted by mystics who sought to harness the city's powerful ley lines, the Heart is said to contain the essence of lost souls and the wisdom of ages long past. It was hidden away millennia ago, buried deep within the city's underbelly to protect it from those who would exploit its immense power. [illustration by H P Lovercraft] The ancient artifact, known as the Heart of Shadows, is rumored to have originated from a forgotten civilization that once thrived beneath Istanbul. Crafted by mystics who sought to harness the city's powerful ley lines, the Heart is said to contain the essence of lost souls and the wisdom of ages long past. It was hidden away millennia ago, buried deep within the city's underbelly to protect it from those who would exploit its immense power.

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[illustration by H P Lovercraft] The ancient artifact, known as the Heart of Shadows, is rumored to have originated from a forgotten civilization that once thrived beneath Istanbul. Crafted by mystics who sought to harness the city's powerful ley lines, the Heart is said to contain the essence of lost souls and the wisdom of ages long past. It was hidden away millennia ago, buried deep within the city's underbelly to protect it from those who would exploit its immense power.

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