Face the Conjurer of Veils · as Dark Mist Shrouds the Sky ▹
In the mists of Babalon we wander. The veil of the night is thick. Is there a path? Is there a map? Who be this whore of the ages, shrouding the world of men? Who the conjurer of veils, the beast of many heads? You alone, the lifter of your veils, the sinker of your boats, the hero and villain of your tales.
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