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Originally posted: Oct 8, 2023

“Our prince's affliction worsens by the day, m'lord. Bid me, art thee sure there art nay records of such a disease?”

“Forsooth. 'T seemeth this blight is new to us... though I only did search f'r ailments of the corse, not of the soul.”

“The soul...? Then perhaps there art writings of a curse whereby we might make some progress.”

Ordello's Toyhouse

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