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“The great seal. That most hallowed of places, where Arduval the Reborn lay down his life to shut away the insanity, had cracked. Whatever lay behind that luminescent wall was now free, and we were condemned. As the sun eventually rose in the sky not a single ray of its light fell upon the ground for so great was the cloud of ash that enveloped the island. Beneath the clouds ashen canopy it was the turn of the insanity to bellow forth. It’s dark tendrils reaching forth into every nook, every cranny in search of bodies to devour and minds to corrupt. I can hear still the screams of agony; the cries of despair as flesh boiled and dripped from the bone. They pleaded with me to help but to my shame I ran to here, the last sanctuary of a condemned coward. So be warned – do not venture to the cave of tears lest you disturb the great shadow itself and be, yourself, as damned as I”

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