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Atop a radio tower seated in a small town, an ancient yet youthful-looking archivist sends and receives messages from across the realms. He records them into his library.

 

:: A druid struggles to find the right words from beneath the permafrost of an arctic tundra. ::

 

:: In a shifting Dreamspace, a prone, sleeping witch with skin cold to the touch calls for help from deep within herself. ::

 

:: A black cat following ghost hunters down the hall of haunted school mews at them with impatience. ::

 

:: A tall, slender Black woman with pink and blue braids offers encouragement to a young person building a bicycle from scrap materials. ::

 

:: Throughout the Labyrinth, forty different statues of the same person have moved from their plinths. ::

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:: In a basement-level room under a mixed-use development in Atlanta, a sorcerer summons entities from Outside the world. ::

 

And more.

 

This immortal being holds within his mind the knowledge of ages. When he sees you arrive in his tower, he smiles, though his demeanor is distracted.

 

“Ah. You’ve arrived. Here,” he says, handing you a scroll. “The Oracle prophesied that you were coming. You have to hurry. The curse is spreading. It won’t be long before it arrives here too. We must close the Gates. I know much, but what we don’t know is how this magic was freed in the first place.”

 

You unfurl the scroll. A red feather tucked into the tome slides down the parchment into your hand.