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Had this been a story, he would have scoffed at the bard's lack of attention to the probability of events. It seemed too far-fetched to be true. Yet ..
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Fragments of broken clay pots littered the ground in front of the booth Kiran knew sold them. Blood stained the jagged edges of an entire base. Torn-o..
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“On second thought, untie their hands, they've sufficient warning anything foolish will make them rue the day they were born. Besides,” th..
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“I cannot say for certain. Heironeus is your god, is he not?” Kiran nodded. “Well, then, I say keep your eyes open for signs that t..
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Folco slumped against the wall, face bleak. “I'm sorry, Lindo,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t lash out at you. It’s just&he..
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Prince Folco learns the horrifying truth of who is behind his imprisonment and exile and that if you're considered a traitor in Dremeadow, you're goin..
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Kiran procures the Duke's reluctant permission to go on an undercover search-and-rescue mission with his friend Nont'im.
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Jarmir, advisor to Dremeadow's king, is livid. One of his prisoners dared to outright lie to his interrogator, and by extension him, about very import..
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“We will see you all very soon, once matters abroad are resolved.” Kiran only hopes he's right. However, what if it's already too late? Wh..
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Lindo's insides seemed to disappear. So this was how it was going to be. This was to be the ultimate result of everything that happened. After all th..
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