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The people of Thraben had always been able to fight their way through the horrors of Innistrad--through vampire assaults, necromancers looking for more soldiers, and from the most twisted among them. The archangel Avacyn's magic had always held fast, holding at bay the constant threats to their survival. But she hadn't been seen for months, and their magic started to wane.
Thraben's guard-captain took up the reins of responsibility, ensuring that the main gate would hold, but the assaults continued.
Fewer and fewer angels attended the Cathedral's sermons, save for the lone remnant of Flight Alabaster.
Outside the city, powerful experiments were on the verge of nascence,
Mysterious strangers meet in the dark of night and the chill of morning,
And a man is condemned to be the main course in a deadly banquet.