Reader, please,

I set out to explore the pillar of Tragedy as an exercise in spite--and, my,
how appropriate. For I needed to muster my nerve, and nothing suits for
that better than a sister. Thank you, Duchess, for helping me unpack my
issues.

Speaking of issues, within this one you'll find keens for the dead and some
for the living too; good poetry, much of it from outside the Consortium;
ruminations on magic; and hot takes on everyone's favorite least favorite
pillar: TRAGEDY!

Reader, please, I hope that you know I could fit you inside my magic box and
leave you there for years before anyone remembered. Such is the way of
tragedy: our darkest impulses often call to us even when we can't hear them.

But haven't you heard? I'm neutral now. It's truly . . . the same.

And that's a tragedy.

Valindra

This Mystique authored by:

- High Herald Valindra Skitterwit
- Polymath Ilromie Illistarre
- Abecedarian Wylsin Plindane
- Master Scribe Trillian Triffle
- Dilettante Tevaloon

With special thanks to our contributors:

- Miss Militha Crescendum
- Vargan the Steadfast Patron
- Aphrux the Constable
- Dwiggans the Wurst Knight

And these gods may smite us yet:

- Lord Avenar the Oracle of Stars
- Lady Vevier the Collector of Secrets
- Lord Phostan, Headmaster of the Consortium
- Lord Varliv, Supreme Magistrate of Serin
- Lord Davairus, God of Blood