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The temperature drops imperceptibly. Wild berries grow overripe as their parent-trees lose their summer luster.
With the help of the knight, the child learns her first letters beneath the shade of your shrine - sounding out words that her own parents have never learned. When she bores of her lessons, she runs her small hands over the scratched carvings beneath your pedestal, tracing symbols found nowhere within her faded letter-book.
Again. She traces the symbols of an unspoken language. With no guide, she listens to the roar of the wind - and the rustling of the leaves.
>[MEMORY] - Examine a distant memory. [-4 FAITH]
>[MEMORY] - Examine a yearning memory. [-8 FAITH]
