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»‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒«♦»‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒« [Introduction] The Lev’illija family has stood throughout the centuries as a proud family of mercenaries. Although, due to the often brutal and inelegant connotations of their chosen craft, many Lev’illija’s call themselves things...

It was a rainy night sometime in mid-winter, during one of those murky hours in between midnight and dawn. A little Altalar lay contorted around her father's leg, her face pressed into the rough canvas of his pants. She slept peacefully in the supposed security of her family's apartment. True...