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1st Early Stok, 6998 Beloved granddaughters, I write to you as stok begins, leading inevitably to grota. An omen was received late in dolina during evening prayers, and I understand it to mean that I must cast aside the secrecy I embraced for so long. It led to falsehood over time and no longer will half-measures and excuses expiate my sins of selfishness and deceit. My son, your father, went to seek his fortune in Keltokel before the war. He met your mother there and then returned to Ameryswald seeking the simple life of a village farmer once again. Your father was my beloved child, clever and brave to a fault. Your mother was a beauty without peer, blameless in the service of the gods. I repeat this oft-told tale now to highlight the omissions. In truth, he and his new love fled the city, for she had been marked for death by temple assassins and it was the accident of her birth which decreed she should be killed. Her name was not Wewet but Wenofreti, Eighth of Her Name. Included in this letter is a keepsake of your mother’s which I have kept from you. As you are both quite clever you will understand the import. Throughout the years I cared for you, I watched you both grow in strength, knowledge, and beauty. You are the daughters that any parent would treasure above all worldly riches, and I love you as my own. When, some day in the future, you pass beyond Geb’s threshold you will find your parents waiting to welcome you to the Drowning Girl’s eternal and comforting embrace, proud to see all that you have become. Wewet, care for your sister always. Great things await you, for so long as your pride is tempered by compassion and diligence. Kasmut, be at peace. There is good in the creation of the gods, even if it must be coaxed forth with prayer and the work of mortal hands. I have no news of Ameryswald for you as it is clear that it is your past, not your future. Stride forward with confidence as our people were once commanded to by the gods. May the Gods Watch Over You Both, Hemet Maut