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| description = '''Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 2''' is the second of three diaries written by [[Ketheric Thorm]]. | | description = '''Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 2''' is the second of three diaries written by [[Ketheric Thorm]]. | ||
| quote = A diary decorated with countless black circles. | | quote = A diary decorated with countless black circles. | ||
| book | | book author = Ketheric Thorm | ||
| book text = Forgetting evades me in this infinite darkness. Balthazar is my own source of the barest comfort - the thought that, perhaps, she might be brought back to me. | | book text = Forgetting evades me in this infinite darkness. Balthazar is my own source of the barest comfort - the thought that, perhaps, she might be brought back to me. | ||
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| price = 14 | | price = 14 | ||
| uid = | | uid = S_SHA_KethericBook2 | ||
| uuid = 7d80828a-e714-4211-b133-098da2f8b89e | |||
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Latest revision as of 17:10, 18 October 2024
Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 2 is the second of three diaries written by Ketheric Thorm.
A diary decorated with countless black circles.
Properties
Books
Author: Ketheric Thorm
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
S_SHA_KethericBook2UUID
7d80828a-e714-4211-b133-098da2f8b89e
Where to find
- West chamber of the Grand Mausoleum X: -304 Y: -875
Text
Forgetting evades me in this infinite darkness. Balthazar is my own source of the barest comfort - the thought that, perhaps, she might be brought back to me.
If oblivion can fail, what defence have we against death? None except its mastery.
Balthazar's words have never felt more promising.