~Occasional notices are subtly scrawled in the back alleys of Lower, sewer tunnels, and other places frequented by people who generally keep out of the public eye. The darkness of their location and their position on the walls make noticing them difficult to the untrained eye.~
You have Lost the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the grass beneath your feet. Your world is one of bitter memories of what once was and the brutal realization of what is - a life trapped in a lightless prison - with no chance of escape or redemption. Accept this and grow, or be consumed in the vile falseness of hope.
Those who know the Lady's touch, who accept her embrace as the only relationship worth having and her teachings as the only ideas worth knowing, write to Al'mus at the Crone.
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