Oren whipped his head around, nearly losing his footing. It was the girl from the scrub oak, only she was a woman now.
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This Textured Darkness, #44
From Oren’s palm a small bird flew out. Small as a bee, the three spotted falcon grew to its actual size as it winged it way above the crowd.
This Textured Darkness, #43
“I was marked by Jah when I placed my hand on the rock,” said Oren.
“The scar seems like a living thing,” remarked Fulcruchen.
This Textured Darkness, #42
“While you were tending garden, I was a man fighting in the foothills of High North.”
This Textured Darkness, #41
“Stop baiting Elymas or his liver will burst!” said the King.
