It was a burning, roiling light that woke the crimson Ksat.
By all accounts, she should’ve been awake already. She lay in a field of wheat, where the stalks, set ablaze at the tip like candelabras, could put her homeland's stars to shame.
Yet, she felt no pain. Her scales remained plastered to...
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