Miles Wounder of the Road, with a heart heavy and pockets light, placed his last coin on the fiery fate of Wizard #4532. The tavern's dim light flickered against the faces of onlookers, each breath held in suspense as the Sacred Flame danced, ready to consume or crown. Miles' eyes, reflecting the blaze, searched the flames for a sign, his entire future hinging on the transformation within. Will he hit jackpot while Jerret is transformed into a unique soul? Or will he sleep outside again, losing it all on another zombie pull?

There's only one way to find out.

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