Site Clues
Nothing. The Dirge of Eír Glanfath is sound without form, a lone voice crying out in mourning because it must.
The book unread is unwritten.
The reason we don't explain it is the reason we use it. Its power is in its mystery. That is the Leaden Key, in part, in whole. Is it clear?
Digging for truth buries the seeker.
Site Comment Clues Part 1
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Site Comment Clues Part 2
<!-- To tenderness, fellowship. To fellowship, vigilance. So bring we all to the Night Market. I am the Spindle of Esenath. Know me by my light and stand with me in darkness. -->
<!-- Two centuries ago, your divine champion told the people of Dyrwood to grovel at his feet. If you've come on pilgrimage to the blasted crater that was our reply, Godhammer Citadel is *that* way. -->
Now I recall reading recently something about a night market, but for the life of me I can't recall if it was a book or a comic, and what its name might have been. Off to check the bookshelves again...