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As well he might. As well he might.
I recently travelled to the Great Rift. This is a terrifying place in Cardiff where the very rules of time and place no longer function. Dark, eldritch energies swirl, discharging monsters and terrible, terrible wonders. There are so many things you people will never understand.
My team were the finest Droitwich had to offer. Experts in the paranormal, qualified doctors - well, I'm not totally sure what their qualifications were, but they sounded convincing and their leader had a _terrific_ coat. We ventured to the rift, seeking to study the dark magics, draw power from the howling vortex.
My powers were enough to protect myself, but oh, neophytes, the forces were so much stronger than we planned. I felt the minds of my colleagues twist and warp in the chaos storm. Corrupted by the dark heart of Cardiff, their minds snapped, one by one, until Jack, poor Jack, my trusted lieutenant turned to me and uttered the dread words. |
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