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//The bottom of the pamphlet is stained in still-shimmering silver.// | //The bottom of the pamphlet is stained in still-shimmering silver.// | ||
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+ | ====Fate Archives Note==== | ||
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+ | Investigating the Fate Archives produced some revelations. These were obtained only in fragments, the rest of the pages burnt away. They were surrounded by indigo thread. Where there was thread, the patterns of burns on the table were stronger, more pronounced. | ||
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+ | I am not sure this is enough information to destroy the contracts. I am truly sorry. Yet do not forgive me - for it is not my greatest failure this day. The following is sourced from the notebooks of our Lady Fate the Weaver herself - and her plan to raze it all. | ||
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+ | Perhaps I'll sing her praises. As I shall for many of you here. Diolch. | ||
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+ | //…like all contracts, there are loopholes. I fear my bravery is becoming stupidity but this must stop. Can I starve it? Can I exhaust it? There’s no physical contract and fire didn’t work. I need to try again.// | ||
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+ | … | ||
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+ | //The Palace is alive, and therefore killable. The contracts we make feed it. So is it possible to starve it? How would I go about this? The other staff members…// | ||
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+ | … | ||
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+ | //The Palace is powerful, but I’m powerful too. I do not enjoy being Fate but the power it has given me, I can use the magic to write its own death. I don’t want to do this alone but…… // | ||
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+ | … | ||
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+ | //I need to do this, I’m prepared to die trying.// | ||
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+ | Attached below is a small note. The handwriting is beautiful, ornately wrought - and rendered in blood. | ||
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+ | Duty | ||
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+ | ‘Where did my parents go?’ | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | I'm sorry - Fate slew them. | ||
+ | They, the Palace’s ‘foe’. | ||
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+ | Duty was done. Blood did run. | ||
+ | The choice was ours alone. | ||
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+ | We all have a choice. I realised this too late - but there is yet time for some. | ||
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