"But is it not the objective of Hatred to intoxicate those that attire their hearts with it? Why was it so enticing to give in to the beckons of ire, and so difficult to forgive, even when such is the right act to do on divine grounds?"
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Infiltrated Secret Cell of the late Knights,
Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The Second Sunday of the Second month,
Year I of the Era of Tristendyrian Revolution
When there was pronounced the sound of a loud thud, Imogen and Michavel turned instinctively to the wall, where the grinded sand began to fall floor-ward, door shifting, like someone had pushed their weight against it and begun entering into their dormant cave.
