From near the epoch's genesis the three of Mitey Witey have consumed spirits in The Pub. Its tattered walls remind them of human frailty. Its seismic concoctions fueled our passions in dark times. And its patrons have shown us other worlds beyond the present scape.
And it is here where Mitey Witey will formally cast yet another spell of post-ancient prophecy.
It is the anniversary of philosophy itself and the begend of a circle.
And it is here where Mitey Witey will formally cast yet another spell of post-ancient prophecy.
It is the anniversary of philosophy itself and the begend of a circle.
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