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Well, dear Arith, my sweet sister, my Kelothyn; I hate to say I told you, but there's the confirmation of the smuggling you wanted.
It just had to be the day before The Feast of Future Faces, didn't it? You're giving the speech now — I need to snuff this mess before it gets attention from the world below. The Clock is already out of time, we can't afford a collapse. If any outsider noticed this, it's over.