Leaf Fall – Forging a Wizard’s Dagger

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The nights are cold again with frost spiking the windows and the darkness begins to come earlier. Apples hang ripe on gnarled trees, the wind carries the smell of wood smoke and change. The sun casts across the land at a low angle, it seems to be a deeper more …

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Scabbard, Snow, Lichen Stone

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I rise before the sun, the scratchy radio voices catalog what bad things have happened in the world while I slept.  But the world tells a different story– out the old farmhouse window the dawn blooms impossible colours against the somnabulant landscape. Two ravens sit warily in the orchard on …

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