storytelling
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Returning to my rooms that evening left me hollow and suffering a headache. With luck, and Nebra’s planning, the evening’s sacrament had involved honey. The congregation had rejoiced upon the luxury, reserving all they could to take home to their families. With that cover, we kept Amami’s Repercussion in check.
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Upon returning to my halls, Seth split off for research within their own rooms. I sat in my study and grappled with how I would word the documentation to Adom. The oiled wood of the massive desk smelled of incense and perfumes the cleaning staff insisted on using. The tiled floors were freshly washed, and…
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A soft mist speckled the warbled glass that had been inset into the old archer’s slots of Wallace’s room. A servant had left lit candles, leaving the colorful glass quivering. Rowan left Farrow and me to ransack the heir apparent turned wizard’s rooms while he went back to the storage chests in the basement to…
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They entered Eoin’s chamber. It was a fourth the size of the prince’s, but comfortable. His pharmacy lay in the room next door to it. He had allowed Fearchar and Seonaid a peek inside. A year since he had seen the inside of those two rooms, and memories flooded him with a sense of loss…
Chapel Orahamm 