Explanations

Earlier today, I received a letter; it was from Närcyssa.

Naturally, I was hesitant to open it, especially after what had occured only a short time prior – but after letting it rest on the foot of my bed untouched for several hours, I decided to read what she had to say. After all, her mere presence in Shattrath was unnerving enough; what more could be revealed that would lay ruin to my already fatigued mind?

There were no salutations. Instead, the first line – written in that perfect script of hers – jumped off the page and hit me with a force I was not expecting.

I remember the cold... it read.

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