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 Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:45 am
 A rather non-descript book lies at your fingertips, soft brown leather scuffed and scarred from years of love. Uneven leaves of washi paper grace the inside. A woody, earthy smell wafts up from it, and a small antique lock in the shape of a bird's wing holds its secrets close.
Beside the book - it's no bigger than your hand - lies a brush set and ink for calligraphy, and a half open fan.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:47 am
04.01.05
Your Herald is now a child with a personality all her own. Except for the wings, it's almost easy to forget that she was once an angel, isn't it? Even she seems to have forgotten. But the past hasn't forgotten her...
Your Herald has been dredging up odd bits and phrases from some hidden corner of the mind. What are the words? What do they mean, and how does this fragment of memory return?
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