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The snow softly falls in the shifting winds, coming to rest in soft banks, contrasting the sturdy walls of this remote fortress which looms through the thick clouds which coat this causeway and the plunging drop that lays beneath.
So that none may forget the ancestral owners of these lands their faces are carved into the very walls of this bastion, staring uncaringly at any who dare to challenge the clan’s might with the same cold gaze as those within these walls.
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Ciara Jean Hatch
2021-10-02 20:38:01 +0000 UTC