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An old, semi-scratched record plate rests inside a black leather sleeve, the latter still in solid condition - although the opening flap is a little worn at the folded edge.
There is no visible text on this packaging - neither outside it, nor within it. Instead, at the front of the sleeve, a singular symbol of sorts stands out, etched into the leather in gold. The significance of the symbol - and, indeed, its meaning, - escape you.
Upon closer inspection, the sleeve's flap hides a cut in it - a pouch, it seems. Within it is contained a small piece of paper. It looks as if it was torn from a book of some kind, its appearance weathered, the paper itself now bearing a rich sepia tone.
There is some sort of writing on it, artfully calligraphed onto the insignificant-looking paper scrap:
"Defy the hush-makers. Let the glorious song ring on. We shall sing with the tide, 'til a new Celtor sinks!
- The Masters of the House"
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