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Result: “Sick Jan” by Chris Fleming
“What we're doing here today, we could both go to jail for a long time.” And that would be the best case scenario if the Archbishop ever caught wind of what Autumn was doing in Abyss, all while Forwin just stood there and watched.
To think that all started because Tomas let slip where some of the books Seteth confiscated wound up... pretty strange for the old man to up and do that.
Still, there was something pressing about watching a longtime Church scholar read all of these contraband tomes that... made him feel as though he committed a sin of some sort. Not the sort of morally bankrupt, overtly grave sin he would lose sleep over, mind, but it had a level of wrongness akin to teaching a toddler curse words the moment they first develop speech.
The Truth of the Heroes’ Relics.
Mysteries of the Calendar.
Romance of the World’s Perdition.
Encyclopedia of Fódlan’s Insects... the cover itself a fake to conceal a full catalogue of all sorts of technologies the Church of Seiros banned over the years.
If he didn’t know any better, then the shadow library was about to get a recurring visitor, judging from that fervent look in the introvert’s eye as she read. Still, so long as she doesn’t take these volumes with her upstairs...