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Alethea Bouton

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A Tale of Two Rivals

Thus goes the tale of two adversaries, ever destined to duel most furiously... Once upon a midsummer’s day, two rivals met at a crossroads. At the sight of the other, both immediately unsheathed their swords and circled each other, glowering. Anacharsus, a dark-haired man with a tall and lithe body, moved smoothly and surely, confidence emanating from his piercing eyes. Miphersus was shorter and stockier, but the same determination followed his movements, and his sandy hair itself seemed to give off a vengeful air. After circling each other ...

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Shadows and Jewels

Taranis walked slowly along the dark hallway, lost in thought. His victory was sure, although no one knew it yet. He had successfully slipped through the shadows long enough, gathering information and slowly reaching his inky black fingers further around his enemies until there was no escape. All they knew was that a man called Reddair and his backing had ruined many of their plans and lost them many chances for fixing the Ackbury desolation. That was the main charity movement – save the poor orphans living in ash! Bring light back to Ackbu...

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The Room

The room was dry, although no care had been taken to protect it from the damp. Maybe it was a secret charm put on it by the innocent games played here, but other than a bit of dust and cobwebs, the late afternoon sunshine coming through the boards over the window revealed very few signs of age. In all, it had been nearly fifteen years since anyone played here. On one wall, ancient wallpaper of the kind with tiny floral bits printed all over was relatively intact, only a few strips peeled and hanging in the stillness. Two of the other walls w...

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