"Put your hands on the back of your head." And, louder, the woman said, "Do it!"
Night. Stars blotted out by clouds. An ancient dark blanketing Arethil. As it had been before there were beating hearts. As it would be after every heart was dust once more.
Anima stood on the dirt path leading to...
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