The Trails of Sha
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My name is Sha Yeshephad, and I am one of only seven Zetians who can sense, feel and follow the trails of the Naar after they were scattered throughout your world.
The search for the Naar begins tomorrow, and I am hoping that when you read this if you are one of us, your blood and your spirit are called to return home. Wherever you are, I will find you and seal you for the journey. I will travel by air, land, and sea, but I promise to bring you home with me before the last call.
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