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Let it be known that the Prince of Swords @tarot-s12.bsky.social now lays dead, slain by the hand of another Prince.
I have recorded this passing in the ledger. I fear now the balance will come due.
:: The richly clad Princess of Pentacles stands at another entrance to the center of the hedge maze. Her cousins stare in shock. She clears her throat. ::
An accounting must be made of this great tragedy.
:: She leaves to report the loss to the proper record keepers.::
Let it be known that the Prince of Swords @tarot-s12.bsky.social now lays dead, slain by the hand of another Prince.
I have recorded this passing in the ledger. I fear now the balance will come due.
:: Ash, dust, and shadow swirl. A young woman steps from the Void, a Coin scarred into her breast. ::
Maker. You call and we come.
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:: They are atop a spire. The Strands of Order and Sovereignty radiate through them to the four directions.
:: Sensing their hesitation, the Eye above opens, glaring down. The High Priestess must be found.
:: Though they struggle, it cannot be overcome.
:: They pull. ::
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:: Ash, dust, and shadow swirl. A young woman steps from the Void, a Coin scarred into her breast. ::
Maker. You call and we come.
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