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Rial: My mother used to tell me a story.
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Rial: In our village, there was once an honorable but poor man who wanted a home of his own. He wanted it so badly, he began to steal from others. One day... he stole from an old man who lived by the river. He didn't know that this man was an apeth. A night witch. And so the thief could not know that when he built his home... the apeth, too, would live there. So, before long, the walls would whisper the spells of the apeth. From the shadows... the dead would come. The apeth would not stop... until he had consumed the man entirely.
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Rial: An apeth has arisen from the ocean. It has followed us here. It spoke to me.
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Rial: I think I might paint this room red.
Bol: [smiling] Hm.
Scott Michael Wagstaff
Extended Reading
