“The grip of the prime mover slip ever so, the strings grow taught and the dancing daggers close, The walls press in, the pillars shift, For the single errant step to come.” -Ternsbacher, the Raumenlied Invoked
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Chapter 9
13 comics.
“In the Mirrored Hall waited the masked man, wearing a friendly face. It was a long night of grinning teeth, and empty smiles, but now at last the moon revealed itself from its hidden place. Confidently asking for one last[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“It was a night of fire, metal and blood, of dancing and laughter. Swirling in and inbetween, the pillars of the universe. Women wearing veils and men without their faces. All there clinging knew, gripping daggers with delighted smiles, that[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…