"urbis marmorea" will be a series of vignettes to fill in the gaps, to answer questions.

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 “How did it happen?”

“I’m not exactly sure.” Mirana let go of the lifeless hand.  “He was helping his remaining clansmen rebuild Hightopp village when the accident happened.”

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 Well...maybe I haven't lost all faith, but it has been tested with fire and bitter dregs.  Kyrie Eleison...

I would apologize to Jesus Christ for losing my faith.

The soft hum of trickling water drew her in, so she veered from the path she was on, and followed its gentle resonance.  She made her way carefully through the thick brush, dodging rocking horse flies as she did so. The shade afforded her by the low hanging tree branches gave way to a muted sunlight; the warm day was ending and turning into a ( Read more... )

No one noticed as a lone, armored clad figure stood on the threshold of Marmoreal, and then proceeded forward with aching slowness.  Legs twinged with the struggle of staying upright, head down, sword dragging on the ground, scraping away dirt and leaving a chasm not unlike her own heart.
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