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4.2.25 - The Swajin Drujin of Neverwas: Tomorro...
“Now that’s interesting. What runes, janitor?” The old man’s chest heaved. Swajin stepped closer, removed the blindfold. The janitor’s eyes were sunken, ringed in bruised circles. Swajin turned, walked back...
4.2.25 - The Swajin Drujin of Neverwas: Tomorro...
“Now that’s interesting. What runes, janitor?” The old man’s chest heaved. Swajin stepped closer, removed the blindfold. The janitor’s eyes were sunken, ringed in bruised circles. Swajin turned, walked back...
4.4.25 - The Unmelting Ice of Frozen Joy pt 8
“I will live until the next bloom. Then, you must choose your new protector.” It was not just wise. It was love.
4.4.25 - The Unmelting Ice of Frozen Joy pt 8
“I will live until the next bloom. Then, you must choose your new protector.” It was not just wise. It was love.
4.3.25 - The Unmelting Ice of Frozen Joy pt 7
They hit the snow hard—rolling, sliding, laughing, crying, alive. The castle cracked behind them, then vanished into frost and dust. The Loquata pulsed weakly.
4.3.25 - The Unmelting Ice of Frozen Joy pt 7
They hit the snow hard—rolling, sliding, laughing, crying, alive. The castle cracked behind them, then vanished into frost and dust. The Loquata pulsed weakly.
4.2.25 - The Unmelting Ice of Frozen Joy pt 6
The walls shook. The Ice Snake stirred beneath the moat. It uncoiled—massive and glimmering—its scales humming with magic. The Mountain Troll yawned in the courtyard, cracking the ground beneath him...
4.2.25 - The Unmelting Ice of Frozen Joy pt 6
The walls shook. The Ice Snake stirred beneath the moat. It uncoiled—massive and glimmering—its scales humming with magic. The Mountain Troll yawned in the courtyard, cracking the ground beneath him...
4.1.25 - The One Above Truth and Objectivity pt 4
Parable 4: Outr Reban and the Tri-Horned Crown These reporters and their damn holocorders—flashing gems like they’re hunting truth in a cave. Can’t they just use SKTs and ping me...
4.1.25 - The One Above Truth and Objectivity pt 4
Parable 4: Outr Reban and the Tri-Horned Crown These reporters and their damn holocorders—flashing gems like they’re hunting truth in a cave. Can’t they just use SKTs and ping me...