The time just before night begins to turn into morning. The old boat chuffs its way up the broad steady mass of the Tithe, slowly but surely. An exhausted Frund has retired below, leaving one of his passengers to watch the helm– Takir. He sits pensively, contemplating the yellow-orange world revealed by the boat’s sodium…
Hasver and Lily and the dark light
Hasver reclines in one of the more comfortable chairs in the tower’s study. He contemplates for some time, carefully considering his words before finally opening his lips quietly. “Lily.” Although her thin paper voice does not slip into your thoughts, you become aware that the statue is stanchioned back just outside the tower, as if…
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