As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move.
Finding Solomani
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We return to our Deepnight Revelation campaign, with the ship continuing
its journey across the last part of the Great Rift. There is sadness,
danger and s...
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