874 BC, Samaria It was just past midnight, the moon was absent, not even a crescent sliced the dark sky. The streets of Samaria were as silent as a crypt, but a fevered whisper broke through. Kallath medem. Olivine's small bare feet tapped lightly on the cool ground as she drew closer to the sound.... Continue Reading →


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