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... > The shrine of Saint Laurentius looked how Martel remembered it. A few priests puttered about, tending to the temple, though they withdrew seeing the mage enter. Decorations on the walls, but no altar in the centre, only a staircase that led into the depths below the building.
Martel recalled his many previous visits to this place, speaking to the Friar or investigating the theft of its relic from the crypt. Everywhere he went in Morcaster felt like a journey to the past these days; he ...
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