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Trista No more words passed from his lips. He was not sure he could have found them if pressed. It had felt like a lifetime since he'd allowed himself the tranquillity of peace. Since he has truly let himself relax. Yet as Trista shifted, the weight and heat of her body slowly sidling up...

On the very edges of Tyr, where only those without option and the scum found themselves, walked a man. He wore a cloak, though not to hide his identity, but rather to stop the soft patter of rain to land on his head. Behind him walked two beautiful nubian women, neither of them having the same...