One morning as those within the Sewers, Crooked back, and Oldtown would arise. And even a very few set in Newtown. As people would begin to go about their normal days and routines. They would find something new.. Something that was not present there the day before. Papers that had words written...
Her hand twitched as her wrist locked, sliding the sharp letter opener down the top of the stained envelope as got ready to open up the Sanctum of the Black Fern. Her almost glowing green eyes narrowed as she looked off into the distance. The early morning sun had barely hit the foggy alleys of...
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