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The grandfather clock continued its steady beat through time. In the silence of the study, it echoed its warnings of the future every second to the man who stood before it. Just as the bells began to toll, a letter slipped through the mail slot.
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[i]Greetings,

You know who I am. I request your presence at the High Council Hill by eight in the morning tomorrow. There is something evil afoot, and I need your bold council. I will understand if you have no wish to attend; the last meeting was a wash, to say the least. But your insights would be extremely valuable to the Champions we have selected for the upcoming task. We would be happy to listen to any story you wish to tell for the rest of the day afterwards.

Sincerely,
~Sadron Aphaderuiondur[/i]
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