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She hadn't thought about kissing him. Hadn't thought about anything like that, not once, not in these days of this cell and all the... -
Tired? Aye, he could believe that. Whatever physical malaise had overcome her in the wake of the Event was nothing compared to the...
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"No" It came out too fast, too sharp with her own guilt. She heard how sharp she'd sounded a second ago, and something in her almost...
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Willard forced a smile, hurt. 'You sound disappointed,' he said, her hand slipping from his, the pain he saw in her eyes reflected in...
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Course it's him. She felt the hand on her shoulder and didn't have it in her to keep pretending sleep. So she just turned over, plain...
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It was a difficult thing, walking when your feet felt like they were made of lead. The heart beating in Syr Willard's chest weighed...
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'You can come and go as is your wont, on the condition that you don't attempt to leave the monastery grounds, and that you return to... -
Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.'You can come and go as is your wont, on the condition that you don't attempt to leave the monastery grounds, and that you return to... -
Osytha replied to the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts.“Right. And we’re here.” Caravan master Lydik hops off the front wagon and walks his way down along the train, his big gnarled hands... -
The Dawnling bowed his head as Venla ran her fingers through his hair. 'It saddens me to hear you say that of yourself,' he murmurred... -
Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.The Dawnling bowed his head as Venla ran her fingers through his hair. 'It saddens me to hear you say that of yourself,' he murmurred... -
Every breath is a struggle, every kick and claw an exercise in futility. Xenovia's muscles burn as she tries to keep both herself and... -
Every breath is a struggle, every kick and claw an exercise in futility. Xenovia's muscles burn as she tries to keep both herself and...
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Xenovia replied to the thread Private A Little White Lie.Every breath is a struggle, every kick and claw an exercise in futility. Xenovia's muscles burn as she tries to keep both herself and... -
The statue did not hurry. It simply stood there, impossibly tall and utterly still, its iron wings scraping against the buildings on...
