It had been about a week since Ral Dingwahl had received orders. The young sorcerer was beginning to think, in the private bits of the mind reserved for those things not yet consciously committed to but already deeply understood, that the war had ended - lost, since the alternative would have resulted in parades and definitely not the eerie
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I miss stories like that. Put some chapters together and you could sell those books like hotcakes :)
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working on it!
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