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26 lines
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Things are spiralling ever more out of control. On my trip to Spirehold, I
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picked up transmissions from a revolutionary movement. By the time I arrived,
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the streets were already in chaos. Thankfully the rioters paid me little mind.
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Most of them are probably unaware I'm Captain Edris' daughter. But that
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doesn't even cover the craziest part. I was able to find directions to the lab
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for the antidote easily enough, but the staff are plagued by unsettling
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visions. I haven't been able to get a coherent description yet of what these
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visions actually entail, but they're holding the antidote for ransom to force
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me to solve their problem despite my insistence that their comrades on Paradox
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are dead without it. Carving a home out of the bones of long-extinct desert
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behemoths is one thing, but it seems the entire settlement has gone different
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flavors of insane.
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Ultimately, it's best that I get to the bottom of this. The condition can't be
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permanent. I just need to find what's causing it and put a stop to it. This is
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our only planetside settlement, and houses the majority of the remaining
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survivors. Without Spirehold, we're all dead.
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~̷̻̚~̸̠́~̷̤̅
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̷͕̌U̵̥̚S̷͍̕E̵̛͎R̷͇̈́:̶̡̚ ̴̯̇A̵̗̽S̸͈̾T̷̯͊R̴̙̆Ǐ̸͇D̶̤̓ ̶̧̔E̸̫̐R̶͎͑Í̴̬S̸̖͒
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̷̯̀Ş̷̏Y̵͍̔S̴̔ͅT̷̞̂E̶̛͍M̵̝̋:̵̼͑ ̵̨̓V̴̄͜O̵̝̓I̷̧̓Ḓ̸̆Ċ̴̘Õ̵̖M̶̞̽M̷̯͠
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̴̨̅~̴̮̎~̶̨̂~̵͉̈́
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