Longevity - Windser

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Longevity by Teres windsor a morality tale. Nineteen sixty style
legend had it that many thousands of years ago, right
after the Great Horror, the whole continent of the West
had slowly sunk beneath the West water, and that once
every century it arose during a full moon. Still, Captain

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Heinrich clung to the hope that the legend would not
be borne out by truth. Perhaps the West Continent still existed.
Perhaps dare he hope with civilization? The crew of the
Semelunas thought him quite mad. After all, hadn't the East
and South continents been completely annihilated from the great sky fires?

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And wasn't it said that they had suffered from a
fraction of what the West continent had endured. The Semilunas
anchored at the mouth of a great river, the months
of fear and doubt were at end. Here, at last
was the West Continent. A small party of scouts was
sent ashore, with many cautions to be alert for luminescent areas,

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which meant certain death for those who remained too long
in its vicinity. Armed with bow and arrow, the party
made its way slowly up the great river. Nowhere was
to be seen, the color green, only dull browns and grays,
and no sign of life save for an occasional patch
of lichen on a rock. After several days of rowing,

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the food and water supply was almost half depleted, and
still no evidence of either past or present habitation. It
was time to turn back to travel all the weary
months across the west Water, the journey all in vain.
What a small reward for such an arduous trip, just
proof of the existence of a barren land mass, ugly

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and useless. On the second day of the return to
the Semlunas, the scouting party decided to stop and investigate
a huge opening in the Rocky Mine mountain side. How
suspiciously regular and even it looked, particularly in comparison to
the rest of the countryside, which was jagged and chaotic.
They entered the cave apprehensively, torches of flare and weapons

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in hand, but all was darkness and quiet. Still, the
regularity of the cave walls led them on. Some creature,
man or otherwise must have planned and built this, But
to what end? Now the cave divided into three forks.
The torches gave only a hint of the immensity of

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the chambers that lay at the end of each. They
selected the center chamber, approaching cautiously, breath caught in awe
and excitement. The torches reflected on a dull, black surface
which was divided into many, many little squares. The sameness
of them stretched for uncountable yards in all directions. What

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were these ungodly looking edifices? The black surface was cold
and smooth to the touch, and quite regular, except for
a strange little hole at the bottom of each square,
in a curious row of pictures along the top. They
would copy these strange pictures. Perhaps back home there would
be a scholar who would understand the meaning behind these

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last remains of the people of the West Continent. The
leader took out his slate and painstakingly copied Safe Guard
Your Valuables at Allegheny Mountain Vaults, box number four five four,
four three, five, six, seven eight two. End of Longevity

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by Terse Windsor