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Vel Anir. It was mid day, and the sun beat down on the denizens of the city. The jewel of a city rules by ruthless politics and enforced by even more ruthless dread lords. Gwendolyn hated it. The politics of the place never bothered her. Quite to the contrary. She actually enjoyed it very...

Everything hurt. Ferelith didn’t know why..It just hurt. She remembered doors...Doors and Heike. What a door was? She couldn’t tell you. What a Heike was? She didn’t know. She just kept saying it. Because if she didn’t she would forget. Waking hadnt hurt as badly as she thought. It was the...