Poll: Flames rise all around you, spreading quickly, licking at old paper and rotten wood. The church in Kingsport must have burned like this, all those years ago. Awkwardly, you try to drag Rose out of the burning room. You can feel a wetness spreading across your side as the bullet wound opens again, and the pain makes your head spin. Step by agonised step, inch by smoke-choked inch, the heat from the flames buffeting you like some savage but unseen beast, you carry Rose across the room - but the doorway’s a billion miles away, and you know you’ll never make it in time. The flames lick at your great-grandmother’s letter. Somehow, even as the paper burns, the sigil endures, ink becoming fire, becoming a blazing light. Pure and eternal, branding itself onto your brain. It’s as if you can look through the flame, see some platonic ideal of your library, the past made brilliant and holy. The flames won’t consume you or anything you love - the same power you encountered in Kingsport, the same power your Kingsport ancestors know - that power will preserve it all. But suddenly, you understand that there must be a sacrifice. The Fraer ship that sank off Devil’s Reef was payment for some unthinkable debt. And you’ve been in debt all your life, living off the dregs of the family fortune. How will you pay for this transcendence? - Trail of Cthulhu 2nd Edition

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