Few remnants remain of my by gone era, no book contains the truth, joy or terror of exploits of arcane age, in a time before time was made, in a land far, far away. Today I’m a relic clutching the past tools of a coveted trade, secret, except to those who can peep it without going insane and though I remain a mere ghost a sixth sense on an infinite plain here I herald the coming of days.
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