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[darksoulsong]

They stood on that icy plain, the fierce storm rippling around them. He stood several paces in front of her, seemingly oblivious to the snow and wind tearing at his clothing, the sting of storm-whipped hair against his cheeks.

She was afraid for him, and called out, but the wind stole her words, tore the concern from her lips and flung it far from

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[heimskringla]

You're alive! Haven't heard from you in ages.

[darksoulsong]

I've had some stuff going on, and haven't been too happy, but I'm posting properly in a minute, so.