Salem... Long ago, it was a word that meant peace. It's hard to remember that now... With the people divided and the land overrun with foulings, peace seems a hazy, distant thing, a pleasant lie for little ones. Still, lamps are lit for darker hours, and hope deals with days to come. So keep your pouches close, my friend. The power that is waiting there is no accident.
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