"There are calls of warning that your soul premonishes to you when you are far from your Creator, crying out that you are desperately parched and thirsting a communion with Him.
Terrible, how we do not speak her language of emotion and count those feelings of depression and emptiness to be fulfilled by the works of our own hands."
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The King's Private Official Chambers,
Chief Palace,
The Capital City of Viricove,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Darkling hours of Eventide,
Second Wednesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
