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A small serving boy ran through the dimly lit halls, shouting as he pushed past the guards. ‘My Lord, my Lord, they are coming,’ he gasped, falling to his knees.Lord Kilgith bent to kiss his Lady’s hand & the ghosts of Emberwich fought their last battle one more time
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From her eyrie Nyrinore watched the rising sun, breathing in the tranquility before the day began. This was the hour she forgot to hate, watching the world unfold its myriad of colours & savage beauty. Unfurling her magnificent silver wings, she flew & her heart soared
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