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The Rotted Crown

Glory, the mortals cry. Glory for their sons and daughters. Glory for their Husbands and Wives. May kith and kin hold your name on their lips and in their hearts well after your passing... but pass you must. What good is a memory if the only ones who hold it are bound to walk this world for eternity? Even dust blows away but here you must remain, for Glory...


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Deep within our spider's home A page was ripped out from my tome. It's title is something to witness broke apart and into stillness. Do not look before you leap, lest you flee before the deep.


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