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. The priest chanted a
word and waved his hand. This portal swung silently open
to reveal a chamber of surprisingly comfortable
appointments. A snap of his fingers brought a clear yellow
flame to the wick of a glass lamp.
"I will return for you when all is ready," he announced,
refusing my entreaties to watch his preparations.
I entered the room. The door closed behind Erasmoth. I
was alone. The priestess Kassandry had already gone on
ahead, striding toward the heart of the mountain.
Now I sit writing at a table of darkened wood, its
surface polished and smooth. Lush carpets of fur and wool
line the floor; soft chairs offer me comfort. The oil lantern
burns without smoke, its light steady and bright.
But, now, Excellency, I bid farewell. I hear footsteps
approaching down the hall, and hasten to complete the
enchantment that will send this missive over magical
pathways to your desk.
I pray that my next missive will contain the proof we
both desire! Your ever-devoted servant:
FORYTH TEEL
*****
Most Learned Master:
You probably are wondering at the delay. It has taken
me time to regain my composure, so dramatic and terrible
have been the experiences of the last few hours. Indeed, the
palpitations of my heart bring tremors to my hand - I beg
Your Excellency's pardon for my awkward script.
Immediately after I sent my last report, Erasmoth
entered my chamber. He was a man transformed
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