Act One, Scene Four
A harried-looking High Elven woman sits at a table, surrounded by books. Her eyes are locked on the horizon, at nothing. Only the most perceptive would notice that a thin line of drool is sliding from the side of her mouth. Before her sits a massive tome, inscribed with the most intricate of runes ….
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