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or29 150 150 John Sandbach

Aries 29. A woman immersed in healing mud.

She was fully aware that living was dirty business and like a flower she would have to delve into the thick of it if she was ever going to bloom. All the things that had disintegrated to make the soil spilled over the edges of her imagination, mixing with the rocks that had gnashed their gray teeth against each other to make clay, and the rain that gave it all smoothness and flow. It was a pleasure growing into it and up out of it, caught in the middle, which was exactly where she had planted herself.

Azoth Oracle

In the ruins of the ancient city of Parzad are the remains of a wall that once encircled the city.  This wall is no more than 200 feet in length, and once ran along the Mazaran River, which has since disappeared, as the spring which fed it has long ago run dry.

Visitors to the city report that if the stand by the inside of the wall, especially at dusk, they can distinctly hear a river flowing by on the other side.  Through excavations archaeologists have found that it was near this wall that a temple to the Spirit of the Mazaran River once stood, where stood a Statue of her which has since disappeared.

It is presumed that since the dying of the city and her shrine the Goddess still dwells there, having taking the form of a voice, though the river and shrine have since passed away.

 

 

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