Sanctum of Death

"I'm trying, Ewu. I really am. But there's compasses and pencils talk, and there's riddles and poetry talk. It's like two different languages, like Irish and English. Some things just don't translate."

Áine abruptly abandons the topic.

"I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry. Please remember that, when it all falls apart. Please remember that I did try, even if it wasn't enough. Please remember what I said. Please remember Áine Madigan."

She is pleading with you now, her eyes wide and frightened, although you cannot tell why she is so afraid.

"Of course I'll remember you, Áine."

I take her strange request seriously. "I promise I will."

I've had enough of this cryptic bullshit. "No. I won't."

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