Today was the beginning of the rest of her life.
How grandiose of a statement for how little fanfare greeted the start of it; the day's idle humming of birdcall hardly did justice to the tumultuous years leading to her arrival at the gates of the Astenvale Monastery. The abode of misfits and...
How many imperceptible twists of fate went into making it possible for someone like Sitra Vené Tanyakoettir to emerge from the crucible of blind circumstance?
How many for anyone, really? How many events, so small as to pass unnoticed by all who might look until each constituent part finally...
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