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to live and to die, the rantings of a mad man.

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I write this as a warning to all who stand at the great precipitous. For you over look the valley of the beasts. They are of many kinds and and ferocious are they. Fear not those that incessantly warn of their presence for only in numbers are they to be adhered. but I say to thee. Fear those who silently watch. for vigilant are they. They care not for masters nor glory. their fealty is to the valley, to their kin, and to their king. Thou you may strike down many. Many more will rise in their stead. As they rise they will become as a tide. In their wake many will die. I say to thee. Please avoid the valley. For here you will find nothing but dread. To all the valley promised glory. To all it promises dreams. But as those who have come before you, I warn again be mindful of where you tread. All beasts will turn against you. And your dreams will leave you dead.

"The Wanderer"

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