Turning the Page
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The parchment is brittle and burned around the edges. The ink is faded, but the makings are glyphs, like the ones in the Enclave. They twist across the surface in looping, mirrored script. You cannot read them, but you know someone who can.
Hand-in Dialog (beware: possible spoilers)
Eldrin Varnholt
…You found this in the trenches?
It was Marcus. He must’ve tucked this into his tonic. I told him to take the left flank. To watch the movement while we pulled back and I couldn’t…
[He trails off. Pauses for a moment in reflection.]
The Cinderfolk came up from the soot. He didn’t even have time to scream.