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<span style="font-size: 40px;"><strong><center>C-ARDS05</center></strong></span>
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<h1>Puzzle</h1>
<p style="text-align:center;font-size: 20px">“In 20.”<br>
Ichabod Trivia | 2 Words</p>
<h1>Clue</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 2: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 3: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>

<h1>Answer and Explanation</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">New Year</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">In 20 days, it'll be the new year.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size: 20px; color:orange"><strong><center>⚠️BEWARE: THIS IS DECLASSIFIED INFORMATION. WARY EYES ONLY. ENTER AT OWN RISK.⚠️</center></strong></span><br>
<h1>Summary of Receipt</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h1>Transcript</h1>
<span>Receipt: C-ARDS05<br>
Author: Ichabod<br>
Status: Cafe<br>
Subject: Another Debt<br>

Sezisman! Somehow, Indrid’s shutting of the Teal Room’s door did not entirely destroy the Heart of Netzach. Oh, this is bad, no? Very bad. The Heart is… well, it is in a state of uncertain flux between living and dead, having failed to meld itself with Jean-Marc. It has enough animation to be, perhaps, sentient, but it lacks any control of ego—it is pure id in a Godlike form. It has already done extensive damage to the Eastern Coast and has apparently wiped out three-fourths of the Ozhogs, according to Salenna—and from what I have heard, it has all but decimated the ranks of Hotel and India.

We are running out of options, and I fear there is only one recourse left—at least to us. The Darkest Hour Signal. Of course, there is no guarantee it will work without the power of Eight, eh? Though, Tonton Felix wouldn’t have told me its secrets if he did not expect it to help. Worst case, I die horrifically attempting to conjure the signal. Slightly worse case, I sever my connection to magic, the magic which keeps the blight in my jaw from killing me… and I die horrifically another way. But, in the best case, it does something that will buy us enough time to figure out how to stop a malformed manufactured God of Id.

Regardless, it has been a pleasure serving coffee alongside all of you. Killing the unkillable, ending the tyranny of Fate, snuffing out the Wicked, exorcising the Phantom, spilling the Secrets. What happens next… Sa se nan men Bondye… Or, sa se nan men Dyab. No. Sa se nan men moun! Sa se nan men foli!! In our darkest hour, when the hand strikes past eight. A light reveals a hidden power, one that surpasses even Fate—</span>