Echoes of Nostradamus' Crown
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You are in a province library, a Jurist urges you to hide an ancient manuscript.
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It begins
You step into the dank, dusty library, the air thick with indignation. The Jurist, trembling, hands you a manuscript - 'Hide this, they're coming' - barely whispering. Shadows flicker, footsteps echo.
Who and what is in here
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