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Issue: 699 | 18th day of Gathering, Y17 |
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Headlines "The Free" by cherishtwilight Good Doctor,
I recognize your name in the more sinister spaces of Neovia. It seems I’m unable to turn my troubles to any of my companions without having your notoriety run through the atmosphere. Thus, though as a proper Neovian I should be avoiding this entirely, I have decided to conspire with the forbidden.
I am not a bad man, Dr. Xadum. I realize you aren’t, either, but we both tread different paths, different lines—you have decided to fight nature in all its glory, and I have decided to succumb to it. I have become the faerie Acara I was made to be. Despite everything, I’d like to think that I have been good. I’d like to think that I’ve studied, the way the scholars have taught me to, and that I have made a life for myself. I have dedicated myself to medicine, as you have, and only occasionally treated myself as the lesser creature I am.
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