Now, we are scattered, the Sanctuaries sealed. Once upon a time, we scorned Mephala Herself, stole Her treasures, and found a master far beyond what She ever was. Once upon a time, we were mystery, and secret, and the greatest in the Empire would gather our rituals to be allowed to grovel at our feet. Once upon a time, we bore the blood of emperors on our hands. Once upon a time, our name was whispered in the dark corners of the deepest caves and feared in the highest towers.
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