Midir sunk into the armchair by the roaring fire with the sigh of a man troubled by his weary bones. It had only been a day since the Wild Hunt and the height of the Autumn Courts power and the echo of it still vibrated through his bones. There were magicks he could do, if pressed, right now...
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