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The westering sun cast the red-orange cloak of evening across the sky. Along the border road which held the first reaches of the Falwood to its left and the great expanses of the plains of the Aberresai Savannah to its right, a lone figure rode on horseback toward the setting sun. Her shadow was...

One fixture above all, primeval in its origin, had the enduring power to bond people together, and this fixture was a campfire on a cold night. Yes, it is true. Not all strangers who entered the orange glow of a campfire were of the friendly sort. Such were the perennial imperfections of the...

Beauty had a magic all its own, the ability to enrapture for a time those who beheld it and took into their hearts a true appreciation of it. Gulfs of time existed on either side of such a moment, past woes assuaged and future worries muted. A small, ephemeral paradise was there to be had for...