Dedicated to Fiadh Rowe for her
sweet comments on the original epigraph.

From the beginning of days
     there were men and magic made
Magic rest in the Stellries' hands
     but the Foolish One offered it to man

A darkness brewed, a darkness deep
     so our First Mother bound it in a tree
Yet the Shadesnare seeks to destroy its hold
     to let the captive darkness's wrath unfold

The Chosen we need,
     the Chosen to seed
The beginning of the Shadesnare's end
     lest when loosing what is imprisoned,
The end he spell
     for Avadel.

- The Wyrd of the Silver Tree

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