"And when darkness beckons you to yield, oblige not to its temptation. But when it warns you to bring to your heed the many that have fallen to its core, awaken and yield to justice."
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The Icendelve Dress Makers' Company,
Wredgeton, the City on the Bridge,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Fair Afternoon,
Second Mounday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon-Vericus IV
Just as Sir Idris was speaking with the gentlemen that owned the Company, Nathan Jehu's eyes caught sight of a ring in the man's finger that matched the one he had seen whilst reckoning the premises; and the tingling sensation that twitched at his palm rang again, causing him to realise.
Every nuance of the truth presented itself before his judgement and he was aware of what was transpiring.
