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Writing

Short Stories:

With the river stretched between them, a mage and a knight take on the undead.

Demelza brings her sister some soup.

The Labyrinth grows from forgotten places. Or rather, forgotten places grow the Labyrinth.

I have a cat. I wrote a poem.

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