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Eshat’s Temple

“Just as soon as our House’s wondrous vistas of possibility opened up before me, dear one, I found my spirit inexplicably enervated. Legendary tomes that beckoned to me since my first blush of adolescence have lost their luster, revealing themselves as desiccated, retrograde texts best returned to the dusts of time. Blessed scrolls have proven reactionary and un-illuminating; rarefied incunabula, fusty and yawn-inducing. Most distressingly, even the Translator’s Almanac, that transcendent tool that has helped me steer so many during their moments of need, has provided no solace.”

“The freedom filling up the cup of my life seems each day to displace farther and farther the air of contentment I once mistakenly beheld as an emptiness.”
Ten Fruits and Other Memories of Rialynas

When I recovered, I tried to peel a berenton myself. The skin of the fruit seemed to harden wherever my fingers landed, showed sharp scales everywhere I moved my thumb, made a bloody mess of my hand. When at last I wrestled the flesh out, it tasted of nothing at all. The flavor of a berenton is determined entirely by its surroundings. Alas, in Rialynas I came to find that I was the same.

I always wanted the best of as many worlds as I could get my hands on, though I only ever managed two.
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I always wanted the best of as many worlds as I could get my hands on, though I only ever managed two.
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The Fall of the Mundaneum
There was a letter addressed to him and beneath it a chaos of paper, the slips and sheets and scraps in no obvious order.