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These are the words that haunt him; which haunt each person who stood and watched as the fires began to rise, licking against a blackened horizon. Continue reading Echoes of Quarantine: Welcome to San Mora
Elegance cannot be lost, merely transformed. It breathes through the ruins, wanders and whispers its way through the cracks. It paints itself along the petals of each rose, each curling graceful vine where it climbs along the walls. Magic still breathes in this place and welcomes those who would walk once active streets. If one explores long enough, perhaps they will find the long-lost jewel from a fairy noble’s coat. They may fancy they can almost hear the music echoing through great halls where sunlight and shadow now preside over a dance no longer seen. Continue reading The Raven’s Oracle