1. Mirani

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    The rustle and shift of robes and cloaks sounded soft against the whisper of rush and reeds, bending to the party's way. "An awful long trek to go for a wagon of apples," croaked Toadwick, the Todokin Moth Weaver, as many beads and shells rattled against his clammy yellow chest. "Not just any...
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