Awaiting an Age of Secrets
Each year, many who dare to question tales held as fact or push the boundaries of modern knowledge disappear, leaving little trace of their existence or lives’ work. Between communities of academics pass whispered warnings of secrets not meant to be known and the danger of straying from the paths of established thought. In Ustalav, there is a name for lore that kills: “Anaphexis.” Yet such knowledge alone is not lethal. None speak of those who make it so—The Anaphexia, The Keepers of Secrets. In library-tombs stalk tongueless scholars, servants of the master of secrets, collecting revelations unfit for a juvenile world and hoarding them for an age that may never come.