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Micai felt his breath, hot air of the waste sucking into him…
Crahy’s path was a dogged one, cragulous and intensely vertical…
At the very center of the citadel of the Athalial league there was a door…
The ship could only move one way, so strong were the currents. It was the Springbank, a proud vessel and well kept, and at it’s prow Davide was fixed…
The land of endless roads we tread, Where the Stria’s whispers guide ahead…