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Amol-Kalit - Dejara He liked the sand. Naser's least favorite nights living in the Tombs had always been in Winter. It had been when the ground had been cold and the air had been even colder. The earth had sapped your heat and it was almost as dangerous to lay down as it was to be standing...

The woods before dawn were anything but still. Birds had risen an hour earlier to begin their chorus and every manner of creature wound its way around the leaf litter. With pale twilight heralding the dawn, Ceinwyn moved through the underbrush without a sound. Her cloven hooves left gentle...