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Skipping stones, we know the price now
Oct. 13th, 2016 07:38 pmYsalwen sleeps, curled into a small ball, her face pressed tight to Liranan's flank, dampening his fur with the remnants of tears.
She wakes on a mountaintop, cloak wrapped loosely around her, unbraided hair snapping wild in the wind.
She is not alone.
She wakes on a mountaintop, cloak wrapped loosely around her, unbraided hair snapping wild in the wind.
She is not alone.
