The flyers appeared today, scattered across Ealdwic—smooth paper in shop windows, on the bar top at the Horned God. Tangible. Real. Ink on paper. Something to be folded and placed into a pocket, or tossed aside. One or two are discarded on the street and blow about like dried leaves.
The lines on the flyers are brief, but intriguing:
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