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VII.—TO THE LADY AMATHEIA OF CROWSPIRE.
My Lady Amatheia—Forgive this unusual proceeding and the boldness of being addressed by a stranger; but I have none to recommend me to your notice, and endure the singular misfortune of being as-yet unknown to you. Whispers of your name echo through the province in which I have recently found myself. There is much that…
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VI.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
My Dear Sister—There is only little yet to say of my last excursion. I last left you right at its conclusion, which is this: In the cellar of the ruined fort, thoroughly shrouded in silk, our party found the nest of the massive spider queen and swarms of countless hatchlings. I know not if it…
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V.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
My Dear Sister—I am glad to report I am in much better spirits. Still in need on some remedy for my temperament and some thing I could focus my mind on, and finding the Alchemist otherwise occupied, I decided to embark on one of those excursions abroad, which are so frequent and which I have…
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IV.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
My Dear Octavia—How long is it since I have written? I have not been diligent in my counting of days. I recall seeing the moon wax and wane, then wax again. Those who accompanied me in my first foray into the local wilderness I have seen come and go at least thrice over. For me…
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III.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
My Dear Octavia—After so eventful an expedition as was my first, I have kept these past many days to the safety of Sophia’s Rest and have made myself acquainted with its sights. There are the usual conveniences one expects: an inn where I have spent the last several nights, a bakery that has fed me…
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II.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
Dearest Sister—My first expedition in this new country took me through the woods and down into the earth, to a temple of an age past. Of this I shall tell you in short order, but let me say first that were it not for the experience of my newest acquaintances I would not be able…
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I.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
For a moment, I thought it had worked. The details of your brothers’ plot is of little import and what matters is that we, after years of effort and subterfuge, learned of a way to part the mists around our country and leave its borders. It was no certain thing, but I confess to my…
