"Darkness enshrouded his soul like the shadows consume the countenance of the moon, star of the night, in its fortnightly revolution."
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Bureau of the Zephanian Arch-Eccleissor,
Auxiliary to the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
Morning to the first Phriday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Arch-Eccleissorship Devland Zephaniah, the man who knew not the weight of what he wielded, had always stood in the shadow of the Regent. Though silent in the eyes of a naive kern, this man drew the reins of the prevailing regency.
There was a grand deal of ventures to be eased, beyond his mortal competence withal. Even so, all his graces crucially depended on the false portrayal of what he could not achieve.
