Winter Throne

She spreads her blanket.

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Burning Heart

He was ten years old and already running from the blaze on the horizon where his parents and siblings, servants and friends burned in the flames.

Key To Chains

They hold me prisoner deep within the earth. It is a world of death and hate.  I miss the sun. Here in these caverns there is only darkness. Even my thoughts are not my own. 

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