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In the dark he rose in quiet, dreams slipping away from his skin, both his throat and lips parched. His vision was hazy at the edges and the madness receded with a brevity of it’s own. The Poison Master pulled himself up from the stool he was awkwardly collapses over and his mind felt frayed…
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The field is white and grey and rarely does the hickory play. Nor flute nor magic annihilation come out to desecrate the snow. Or whimsical or mythical does mouse the meeker rise and catch the dreaming half-still thoughts from out of the leering eyes. Oh Vokuro do you stare at dawn, as if the mirror…
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Dreams are subtle things, and though at first they seem to not matter much, they lay beneath. What exactly they lay beneath, however, is harder to say. There are so many things that lay within each of us, memories and hopes, torments and secrets, even walls and cities erected deep in our silent depths. We…
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“I had always dreamed of knowing those things that very few did. Telvaris would tell me that my errand was a fools errand, and that if I really knew those things that I would wish for a return to the ignorance of my youth. It was at that moment that I would do anything to…