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The Anachron's Time

Silus looked on with glee, watching as the captives aged before his very eyes. Hair turned to white before falling from their heads in clumps. Skin darkened, wrinkling around joints and then stretching so thin that it cracked and split. Cataracts clouded their eyes as their spines twisted them into a pained huddle. Some of them even lost control of their bladders, soiling themselves as they fell victim to ravages of time.  —From Betrayer, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS

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