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See AllChapter 2 - Forest The trees hid their fog beneath mighty branches. Vinter mist slithered between the trunks to blanket rotten leaves. Mountains caged the forest. Briarhaven, the grand orchard of Rhyl
Part 1 - Arrival The Emerald Sea was smooth as glass and the Vinterfin mists clung to the water in fear they might glimpse the starlight above, or gods forbid the sunlight. Defiant cliffs climbed in t
There is a concept we hear all-too-often in writing and creating: Perception is Reality. Like all things, this is more subtle than at first glance. For the last decade or so, I've been saying to mysel
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