Category: Fiction
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PROLOGUE The specter of war had eternally cast a grim shadow over Marion, a haunting echo resonating through the winds that swept across its blood-stained battlefields. This land bore the scars of conflict, its fertile soil steeped in the memories…
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– The Origins Of The Creation –Before everything, there was only the Tempest for an unending moment. The potential of everything laid inside raw essence, power in the truest form; unformed and in darkness, constantly warring within itself. The powers…
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Spinal replacement. The words seem so innocent, so procedural. Yet the reality of slicing meat from the bone with nerves cut and resown give a description resolute to invoke images of burning agony. If this were the least of my…
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Please, my fingers, just let me keep my fingers. It is an amazing plea to a cold unfeeling disease. I never quiet thought about the prospects of losing a limb. However now, I find myself tormented by the idea of…
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I haven’t questioned my bones enough. Laid bare where once flesh laid now stained red, dyed and clothed in a thin fabric of tethered tissue. Though not quiet white, their cleanness peaks through this mess of decay. Yet the little…
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Failure, procedure, and failure. As long as I toiled with this cure turned disease that has ravaged all our remains, I have yet to discover a supply adequate to cut out this syndrome from our bodies. It traps us inside…
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Before you is a meticulously crafted archive of records referring to the most primitive history of Laves. I have sought to assemble together as many notes and epics from traditions and accounts to produce a more or less finished work. Forgive me…
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The Tablet Of The Shadows Of Light Such a wicked little adventure I am about to commit. Here upon this tablet I shall scribe what I appreciate of works kept undiscovered to you mortals. If you have found this I…



