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Curse of DullKnight is a multimedia creative project by artist and educator Rain DeGrey

In the southeastern corner of the Weeping Continent, where the sun is a rumor and the clouds are law, lies the city of Dullkight. It is a metropolis of slate rooftops, weeping gargoyles, and cobblestone alleys that gurgle with perpetual runoff. The locals joke that you don’t need a calendar—only a sponge. Rain falls here not as weather, but as a fact of existence. And for forty-seven years, no one thought much of it. rain+degrey+curse+of+dullkight+part+1

Stay tuned for the next installment. And remember: if the rain starts falling sideways, do not touch the sigil. Do not whisper your own name. And for the love of all that is dry, do not—under any circumstances—look into a puddle that looks back. Curse of DullKnight is a multimedia creative project

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In a city where it never stops raining, a disgraced arcane detective and a disillusioned knight must join forces when a curse begins turning the city’s most powerful citizens into living statues of dull, unbreakable gray stone.

The victim—a known information broker named Elara Vane—has been turned completely into smooth, grey stone. No cracks. No chisel marks. No trace of magic residue Rain can identify with his standard kit. Her expression is one of mid-scream. Rain touches her hand. It’s warm. Stone, but warm. He mutters, “Not petrification. Preservation. She’s still in there.”

Rain isn’t the first to uncover this. She finds evidence in a collapsed apothecary: journals from a dozen previous readers, all gone mad. The last entry from a woman named reads: