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A private chronicle
A private chronicle
A simple leather bound pocket book tied closed with a long woven strip of spidersilk.
Sunday, 04 September 2016
I train. I visit Blaze the Flame serpent. And I visit the places where those were lost who will never return. I speak words like, "The Demon Lord is dead now. You are avenged. May you rest in peace."

But the peace we had once dreamed of for the world has not come. Not really.

I won't write of that.

Brielle Erawind posted @ 08:04 - Link - comments
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