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Zariel folded his arms and leant a shoulder against a pillar, waiting. He would be made to suffer if it was discovered he was out amongst these people, yet he made no move to conceal his presence. An easterly wind buffeted the oil lantern behind him throwing light back and forth across his bulky frame and brown hair. Grey eyes, normally full of warmth, stared coldly at nothing. The soft pitter-patter of a summer drizzle drummed against the tiled roofing of the buildings’ overhang sending a rivulet of water cascading to a puddle at his feet. For a brief moment the wind picked up knocking the lantern to the ground fil
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Untitled - Random Literature 1Golden hues of the setting sun were broken by the skeletel branches of the leafless trees that hugged the pathway. Madara knelt to one side of the path, the soft earth cold and damp from the morning dew beneath her knees. She slowly dug her fingers into the earth, immediately feeling the planets magical properties begin to seep into her skin. Closing her eyes she briefly revelled in the essence of magic as it infused her being. Brushing the feeling aside, she cupped her hands and raised a handful of soil to her nose. Whispering the words of a thousand year old incantation, she allowed herself to fall into a meditative trance. The world aroundUntitled - Random Literature 1
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