March of the Precept Arcanum
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The Early morning calm is torn away as the sound of heavy boots and creaking wheels can be heard through the Clover district and King's plaza. Men and women clad in crimson and iron, and few softly shuffling steps of robed acolytes trail behind wagons of gore and massive bone. The activity continues for many hours, a back and forth from Gate to Sanctum before all returns to silence as the last wagon bares several massive reptilian skulls to their final resting place.
