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| Cureth is plagued by frequent visions and disturbing nightmares. :drive her to the peaks of insanity :finds solace in a quill and parchment :relates the intensity and drama of the images in her head onto grisly and often violent scenes :keeps this artwork within the pages of what she pretends is her spellbook |  | |
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Shadows of the wind creep through the silence. The full moon glares through the trees as the cobbled pathway snakes up to the doorway of the Broken Shutter. "Come, come. The chill of the night is no proper place for your wearied bones. Come in, please." The voice echoes, shattering the pristine night air. Unexplainably, this image disturbs Cureth. The silence returns, but is somehow different. | |
 
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