Fen of Tales Untold

Wheresoever life blooms still in the Lhann'shoay, the ghosts of unsung sagas hold it close. On the edge of all edges, in the sleet-white scythe that splits the green of the earth from the blueyellow of the sky they dwell, groping for a place beside younger sisters whom Time the Inexorable Sculptor has not yet … Continue reading Fen of Tales Untold

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