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*From the writings of Brother Pavel, whilst serving his sentence of Solitude. Clergy eyes only. "When the sky turns wrong, and the ground quakes and splits, and Fate and Fortune feel their strength slip, seven there shall be who step forward. A Noble, with hair of gold. A Priest, with mission sacred. A Bard, with singing strings. An Archer, green eyes so keen. A Soldier, with painful past. A Thief, his family lost. And a Farmhand, born on a moonless night."
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