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My dearest [[Elora]]
It's been ten long years since you were taken from {{iw|[[Anya 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, {{iw|[[Malah 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]]
==4th day of Montaht, Sext==
This morning as the dawn came the other Elders and I held a vigil over [[Caldra]]'s comatose form, praying to the {{iw|Ancients Ancients}} [[Ancient]]s for guidance. Then, just as suddenly as it begun her madness broke or so it seemed. She sat straight up in bed , thin strands of her once beautiful hair draping over her nightgown - her eyes seemed to glow with a feverish inner Light. By the Ancients, she looked older than any Elder there.
She gazed slowly around the room, looking at each of us in turn. With a slight, almost mocking smirk, she whispered in a ragged voice: "[[Baal]] comes . . . and destruction follows him like a storm." She then sank back into the bed and with a shudder, breathed her last. By the gods, [[Elora]], as long as I draw breath, I will never forget her terrible portent.
==5th day of Montaht, Vespers==
