As the morning sun cast its golden rays over the cityscape, Count Alaric and Marcus stepped out of their carriage, greeted by the sight of the bustling city coming to life. The streets were alive with activity, merchants setting up their stalls and vendors hawking their wares to passersby. A figure emerged from the imposing walls of the Count's estate. Tall and regal, with a demeanor that exuded confidence and authority, Count Alaric made his way towards his awaiting carriage. His attire bespoke of his noble status, adorned with intricate embroidery and fine fabrics that shimmered in the fading light.
But as he approached the carriage, something caught his eye. Nestled amidst the cobblestone streets stood a peculiar statue, its form twisted and contorted in a grotesque display of artistry. Count Alaric furrowed his brow, a look of disdain crossing his features as he regarded the sculpture with a mixture of scorn and amusement.
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