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tpu 22 Oct 2017 Tag: Sacrifice

A The Procession of Flame.

+--+ Often I wake. To a great distance, I focus my gaze through the window out past the gate, between the cloud and shadow's sway... There is a shape that moves in grey. Something like long robes from an olden age, draped over some great, grotesque frame. Treading tall...

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tpu 31 Dec 2015 Tag: Sacrifice

A Through the Hyrst of Midwinter Ghosts.

+--+ Lo, I see. Through the fog and freeze, through the reddened evergreens hung still on the breeze. Nine of each kind to appease the lordly, wise and mighty. Lo, I hear. Now, my fathers sing on rising winds through the trees, and slowly they swing. Silenced in awe and...

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