Jourd'Muerta, 28th Novena
Two more days passed before she went to the North Tower. The block had stayed steady till then and she'd almost convinced herself she didn't need to go.
Then, while making the rounds in the hospitalis, a piercing pain had seized her mind and she'd fallen to her knees, clutching her head in agony.
Two acolytes and Jera had rushed to her aid and helped her to a chair, where she'd sat, rocking back and forth, making no sound despite the rippling waves of pain that gripped her.
When it had passed, the terrible, frightening clarity was back and she knew the block had worn off completely. She cursed her own stubbornness and fear, excusing herself for the day. She needed training--right now.
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The way to the Tower was dusty with disuse and neglect. The Tower had be
