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Midnight comes often in the dusk of my life, when I look back upon all that I have survived The deaths of so ed all sense of glory frohts To have escaped those random fates has lost all triumph

I know you have seen ard, the cold calcretions that slow my embittered pace, as I walk down the last years, clothed in darkness as are all old men, haunted by memories

The Road Before You

Jhorum of Capustan

CHAPTER SEVEN

And all ould walk the fields

when the Boar of Summer strides

in drues

to its fated, inevitable clash -- all,

all are as children, as children once more

Fener’s Reve

Destriant Dellem (b?)

Born on a sea dark as spiced wine, the wind round, over and around the East Watch on its low, brick-strewn hill, where faint torchlight glimmered from the fortress’s battened shutters The wind’s voice rose in pitch as it rolled up against the city’s ainst its rounded, weathered stone Rising then, the night’s breath reached the battle the platfor streets, where not a soul stirred