The Song: Pt. 2

The fire casts a dancing shadow across her face. Nobody remembers how old she is, but we know that she is old enough to have seen Magic when it still existed. Even though she wears a multitude of robes and scarves, you can tell where she was burned by the…


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The Song: Pt. 1

It’s early morning, snow blows up over the stones and sand. A young man with short tightly curled hair and a severe expression looks out a window down past the wall to a field. People are arranged in a semicircle around a rough stone statue. They kneel, palms on…


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