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Mael’s eyes narrowed ‘Why?’

‘Because I sense a distant awakening – but not, alas, as distant as you would like’

‘Anomander Rake’

Gothos nodded

Mael shrugged ‘Anticipated Osserc hut’s sain?’

The Elder god could not help but grin in answer

And though they slacial berm

1159th Year of Burn’s Sleep

Year of the White Veins in the Ebony

Three years before the Letherii Seventh Closure

He aith a bellyful of salt, naked and half buried in white sand aulls cried overhead, their shadoheeling across the rippled beach Craroaned and slowly rolled over

There were e Chunks and rafts of fast- ice rustled in the shallows Crabs scuttled in their thousands

The huge man lifted himself to his hands and knees And then vo throbs racked his head, fierce enough to leave him half blind, and it was solare once more at the scene around hied

And the night before,up froest of the the surface directly beneath the vast floating Meckros city Breaking it apart as if it were a raft of sticks Meckros histories recounted nothing reht Sudden and virtually absolute annihilation of a city that was home to twenty thousand Disbelief still tores, the conjuring of a fevered brain