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==3rd day of Montaht, Lauds==
My dearest [[Elora]]

It's been ten long years since you were taken from [[Anya]] and me. In my mind's eye, I still see your beautiful face and remember the happier days of our time together. It comforts me to write and think that, somehow, you are reading this yourself. It may not be long before I join you in the afterlife.

Our people's time here in [[Harrogath]] is drawing to an end. Recently, our seer, [[Caldra]] has been afflicted with terrifying visions of our doom. Last night, the whole village awoke to her screams. When I reached Caldra's cottage, our daughter, Anya, was already there comforting her. During the night, the seer's raven hair had turned stark white . She was delirious when I entered the room, howling senselessly and tearing out her hair in bloody clumps.

It took us some time to calm her -- but even then, she seemed only a shadow of her former self. She wouldn't respond to any of us directly, instead staring into some unseen world beyond our own. the healer, [[Malah]], came but her attempts to cure Cladra were futile. Our tortured seer was not sick of body -- she had quite clearly gone mad.

Excerpt from the Journal of [[Elder]] [[Aust]] of [[Harrogath]]