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Sunday, 18 March 2007 |
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Prologue In the depths of the earth, past the deepest chasms, beyond the darkest undersea valleys, there existed a prison. There were no doors, no windows, and no guards. Those in this prison were meant to stay there, permanently. The walls were pitch black. They throbbed and pulsed with magic. From inside these walls there came a hissing. Not the hissing of steam rushing from a vent but the hissing of a creature terribly vexed. A woman looking thing was standing in a large ante-chamber with a small creature held before her. A pale elf had just died in her claws. |
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