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Looming above the spires, the Mountain’s sharp and snowy Zenith reflected the light of the moons, caressing the heavens much as a lover would.
Looming above the spires, the Mountain’s sharp and snowy Zenith reflected the light of the moons, caressing the heavens much as a lover would.
There are moments in the history of people and planets when myth, legend, and inescapable destiny rule. Such times are bound by prophecy and once begun, are impossible to halt—for the fates of all, unknowingly intertwined, move toward a numinous end that will not be denied.
There are moments in the history of people and planets when myth, legend, and inescapable destiny rule. Such times are bound by prophecy and once begun, are impossible to halt—for the fates of all, unknowingly intertwined, move toward a numinous end that will not be denied.
Although this boy’s blood does not warm your blade, just like the last one, it will forever stain your hands.
Although this boy’s blood does not warm your blade, just like the last one, it will forever stain your hands.
