A Thousand Miles
Sep04

A Thousand Miles

(4 Imaerasta 5118, Wehnimer’s Landing: the dark hours of the morn) She could not sleep. Instinctively, she reached for the harp. He had been at sea so long this time. She could not feel him in her dreams, there had been no word, and every once in a while, her brave front crumbled. This time it was the the rush of the moist air off the Bay as she returned from her first patrol to the Sanctum of Scales. She shared this small, new...

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