Part IV - The Rift Divides

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"...when at once, the young woman convulsed in a fit so violent her skull met the boards and bled. She spoke, and I doubt I will ever forget what she said, for as long as I live.

'A second vessel has been born! A crown for two where one led before. One guide to inspire, one leader to guard. The guide will fall to those riven by revelation. In grief shall the leader seize stranger magics. As a widow donning black, the garden city will be graced by a shroud. Only in death can this heart be mended, and in mending be broken. Traitors beware! And fear the light. Death comes for you, as black as night.'

No sooner had she whispered the last of her warning than the seer collapsed, dead. The fear in her lifeless face will haunt me forever."

—Excerpt from Travels of a Sorcerer, year 1986, unknown author

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