PROLOGUE
Excerpt: 11th scroll, verse 1-6; the great book.
The streets of Nottingham In Nottingham, there is a healer. He knows you are coming, but he is not waiting for you, for he knows something you do not; Nottingham lies embraced by one who brings light. Oh what a treacherous guide he shall prove to be. We pray you forget him, should you escape his grasp. The healer knows you seek him, but he won’t be waiting, for he knows something you do not; if the sun did spare you, his touch strayed your mind, nobody makes it to Nottingham; this the healer knows. Seek not a way in the rising darkness. None was made. Instead, flee the devil at your heels, for three dark nights you will hear him singing in the wind. We beseech you, do not turn to the shadows that trail you. May the darkness be your guide.
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