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3,573 Years Before the War
Magdaline ran her pink lacquered nails through her messy curls in an attempt to tame the ink black mass before forcing its submission to a well worn scrunchy. Barely succeeding in that task, she returned to her previous work. Scattered across the polished stone workbench in front of her were pages upon pages of alchemical…
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The Prophecy
A glowing golden strand stretched between the gnarled spinning wheel and the loom. Knotted hands deftly spun the thick, golden yarn. Slightly younger hands, quick and experienced, wove the strand into the tapestry. Finally, at the end of the loom the youngest pair of hands sniped the strands of yarn at the end of the…
Finite Fiction 