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[FICTION] Tales from Port Astor | An Unsent Letter found in PASU Archives

     Hello Dr. Zann,

    I hope that this missive reaches you in good health in these trying times. It has come to my attention that you still fully intend to commit to your planned procedure regarding certain properties of physical translocationality, despite our spirited conversation held previously in happier times. 

    I implore to once again: reconsider.

    As was covered in that conversation, and repeated again here for emphasis, what you plan to do will react poorly with at least several other goings-on, which will in turn affect certain aspects of material resonance of our vaunted Stone Hall. As such, we cannot know or even pretend to know what would come of your sundering of the local environs, no matter how "mitigated" or "contained".  To put in even more stark terms; should you do this, we would have no idea where you would even go, and there would be no rescue.

Just as well, this is to say nothing of the suspected social repercussions of our neighbors in the Emerald Court, or the Esteemed King Dethjort, and so on. They already are in possession of a wealth of knowledge and sources we can only dream of having direct access to, but they refuse us the privileges due to perceived "recklessness and wonton abandon" in our pursuits. We enjoy strained ties to their communities on a good day, and such blatant exercises only serve to irritate them further.

    As your friend, fellow practitioner of The Craft, and your empirical employer, I once again beseech you; do not do this. You cannot know what will come of this.

Yours Always, 


Adrian Black
Dean of Applied Metaphysics & Philosophy
Port Astor State University

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