Tag: Krinka
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Interlude: Owls, Implements, and Roiling Clouds
Leading the caravan means turning your eyes away from the market crowds.– Proverb common in the Province of Trade Charisa looked upward, her gaze flitting among the massive stalks of Razor-Grass towering over her. Light filtered through the high canopy of interlocking blades, casting shifting, hypnotic patterns on the forest floor. A constant, chitinous rustle
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Chapter Nine: Musings
In the depths where the silent tides roam,Through the echoes of darkness they comb,Only shadows prevail,In the ocean’s deep veil,Where the spirits have made it their home. Midnight currents weave tales left unsaid,Stitching sorrow where memories bled,Where the specters of old,In the deep waters cold,Tell of dreams in the dark they have wed. Beneath waves
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Interlude: A Triumvirate Reunited
Casselia awoke with a gasp, hacking up water as she broke the surface. Memories of her last death surged—stabbed by an [Assassin] sent by the [Procurator] again. The pain had been searing, a betrayal that burned deeply. Coughing violently, she struggled to her feet. How many times must I endure this? She scowled, already plotting…
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