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A pair of runes sparked under Kohri’s etching rod, their ambic auras fizzling into an unworkable, conjoined mess…
There was something no longer right about this place for Aldrich. He stood there, made still by the feeling that this world had been taken just a quarter turn off of its natural hinge…
Claude sat in rapture on a public bench that he felt in a very deep and personal way belonged to him…
Ceufroy knew better than most that there portals out of Roullac, ways to leave the Freehold…
Svaljna sat at the center of a peaceful sort of afternoon, for the Citadel…