Murderer
The elemental perched on a branch of a tree barren with leaves in the winter cold, the field around it covered in untouched snow. His right hand held his sword, still sheathed, as he perched and watched it.
Murderer
It was the word he had fled Arcadia to escape. The charge he had acted since returning to atone for. The single thing he wanted
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