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Icarus: A Third

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A third time, three papers were found across Regalia. One was pinned to the entrance of the Crown City Sawbone Clinic, the next was found simply set onto the Golden Willow's bartop, and the third was hammer to the outer wall of Jansen's Junk Dealership in the Slums.

Spilt in blood
Spilt in vain
Friend nor enemy or the same
All about the fear does rise
Every door bare locked
Every pane bare blocked
The clinics, they fill
Of the sick and dreary
Broken and injured, plagued and weary
Despite that you believe us hidden
Four walls around us hides nothing
Through the cracks and breaks, we seep
Onto the streets and sills, we weep
Dawn your mask or dawn your cloak
As Midnight tolls, death still rolls
It does not sleep, it does not feed
Perhaps, Regalia, neither do we​
-Icarus Albatross​
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Jansen's Junk Dealership​

His leather boots crunched over the dying leaves that had collected at the base of the tree, which sat neighbouring the humble junk dealership, just west of the great gate that separated the slums from the rest of the city. Crunch, crunch, crunch. He pulled the collar of his shirt up to protect some of his neck from the chill autumn breeze that was now present in the air. He wore a mask of the kind bought from the Crown Apothecary and so his face was hidden. It was night. He had checked that he was alone. He paused at the entrance to the small store. That note is new. He reached for it, and read it. A frown appeared on his brow, beneath the mask. He turned, and made his way back to the wall.

[[OOC: The note at Jansen's Junk Dealership is now gone.]]
 
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