Walachia February 25th In the Year of Our Lord 1455
The sound of a hardened feather tip scratching across parchment is strangely, crisp, sharp, and comforting, unless of course you can see what's coming, then it’s just a reminder that the world teeters on the brink of destruction and far far too few people even suspect it. Dipping the quill into the well, carefully weighing...
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