Dusk was a dark horse on the horizon, draining light with every rapidfire hoofbeat. It seeped the golden hues from the eternal autumn of the Redwood, leaving behind maroons, mahoganies, reds—the colors of death and decay. Idyllic for the banduri, who spent autumn’s dying days chanting for the demise of a false monarch, and who herself might very well be the last of her kind.
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Stepping just a bit closer, the witch drank him in: his mud-spattered frame, his ragged fur, his eager, hungry visage. “Tell me, Cù-Sìth, do you often haunt these woods?”
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