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LOI Vol.1 ‘Beyond the Walls’: Chapter 6
As the two men bickered, Clara’s eyes traveled over hammers and tongs, and other implements hung on the wall, and her thoughts strayed again to the fleeting, muddied stranger she had come across a few hours ago. It was such a peculiar occurrence, she’d briefly considered telling the Peace-Keeper about it, then wondered whether she…
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Welcome to Skylia.
Tell me, dear reader: do you enjoy meaningful stories of adventure, mystery, tragedy, and redemption? Are you fond of stumbling across fantastic creatures or faraway lands that capture your imagination, and refuse to let go?
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Deleted Scene: Ethellus Finds the Shadow
“Oh…oh, dear,” Ethellus muttered, growing more worried by the moment. The muddy, tattered lump had turned out to be an unconscious young man half-buried in dead leaves, as the Old Forester discovered the moment he prodded him with his stick. He flopped over and remained still, dried blood stark against his pale face.
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Words with Storm:
“Call me Storm. No, I am not trying to be dramatic. That’s my actual, honest, self-given name. What’s my real name? Eh, I probably wouldn’t tell you if I could—I don’t like personal questions. But you, tell me this: what would you do, if…
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Deleted Scene: Phantom warns Storm in a Nightmare
My eyes snapped open. …Booommn… I was staring at the floorboards. Blue-gray in the dim moonlight. …Booommn… I stared up at the window, expecting to see the white moon. I only saw the dark empty air outside, lit with a muted light from no visible source. Something was wrong.
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Deleted Scene: Storm robs Exalder’s Treasury
All was silent…till at last the faint echo of voices came. Every fiber of my being quivered at the sound. I closed the fabric over my satchel, shut the iron-bound chest, and rose, with practiced speed. Footsteps sounded on stone in the hallway. I popped open my lantern’s hatch and blew out the flame, plunging…
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LOI Vol.1 ‘Beyond the Walls’: Chapter 1
They call me a shadow. I don’t blame them, considering what I am…but truth is seldom known without missing pieces. Call me Storm. The wind stirred my gray cloak as I scanned the street, leaning on a timber beam. Petals and downy seeds whisked…