I ended up staying up all night last night, my mind whirring with philosophy. Previous to doing so, I had been digging through my east altar looking for my hide scraping stone and found wrapped in a sigil of Furcas four lead seals which I do not recall making. I had thought I had found all of them and put them in my brass vessel.
I blame the philosophy storm on the philosophy entity. What a good boy.
I still don't know why the seals are multiplying. Perhaps I've used mirrors too much.
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