"Those truths are elusive, yet oft near you by the ways; they are hooded, yet you have seen them every noon; they are companions of your knowledge, yet their unpredicted disposition causes them to seem foreign; their complexion is dark by night and fair by day, yet mosaic when found, standing tall to the vigilant eye. They have waited to be seen all their life and are reunited with you in true form by a single 'why'."
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Lady Minerva's Chambers,
The Physician's Wing of the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Lady Minerva opened the exterior door leading to the Physician's chamber, wondering what business required her attendance at such odd and dark hour. Little Aldric was close beside her skirts, as the crack of the door allowed the sounds of a man's heavy breathing.
