A short story where a griff learns, that Iclawrus' fall had nothing to do with the wax.
What is the price of your soul? The reward for selling it, or the cost of keeping it?
A story about a seer hiding in some oversized shrubbery, untill the shrubbery itself decides to call him out for it.
Resistance can take many forms. Sometimes it's blazing guns, sometimes it's piling bodies, but above all it's who you are.
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