1. Oliver

    Private Burials

    He eyed the woods, all golden treetops and blue darkness betwixt the trunks where the warm sunset couldn’t reach. The monastery at his back, small stone posts marking the well-beaten path home every few furlongs. Out here they were, two Dawn. Recovery was a strange thing. They’d all ached...
  2. Oliver

    Oliver Vasara

    a prospective farmer become knight
  3. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    Dusk loomed, all peach and purple and a vibrant red, the tops of trees aflame with a sliver of fleeing light. It’d grow darker rapidly from here, the russet nature losing the rest of its colour alongside the warmth of day. A chill already crawled in the shadowed bends of the road, much too...
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