I was told that once, there was but one city; the Great Celestial City, a paragon of urban splendor which all other cities now imperfectly reflect. It was from this city that Frost Cricket, a former Prefect, set out to wander the world on foot. She travelled far, but her legend travelled farther, and now every fool and their mother will jump at the chance to tell you one of the altogether too many Tales of Frost Cricket.

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