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Tuesday, April 12

Drinking Deeply from the Chalice of Midnight - Part 5: An Ill Friend

“The tide has broken. The forces of Entropy are advancing. You must flee while you can…”

Quintus put one hand on Clodius’ forehead. “May Illiir bless you and keep you. Pass in peace.”

“Quintus,” said Ilmarė again.

There was a long, shuddering sigh, and then the body that was once the vessel for Clodius lay still.

“Quintus!”

“Yes,” he said, rising. “What is it?”

Ilmarė was pointing out the window. The roiling black cloud now moved with purpose, spiraling in a funnel towards the tower.

“It’s time to go!” [ MORE ]

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posted by Michael Tresca at 9:18 PM


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