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  1. Public Bookmark 1

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    30 Nov 2022

  2. Public Bookmark 9

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    Rho'a shakes his head, smiling. "You might not have a body anymore, but you're still made up of aether right? Even if it's thinner than mine."

    Where is he going with this? Ardbert turns his head up at him slightly, a brow raising. "Aye, I would have to assume so." 

    "I want to try something," he says, leaning forward a bit. His face is rather stern but his eyes burn with bright determination. Ardbert blinks at him, his mouth opens but he's only able to stare slack-jawed at him for a few moments.

    "W-what's that?" 

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    25 Nov 2022

  3. Public Bookmark 30

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    [It isn’t until he opens the box in his bedchamber to look at the knife once again that he realizes that he is an absolute fucking
    clown.]

    “You didn’t give her a dagger, did you?”

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    24 Nov 2022

  4. Public Bookmark 7

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    Beneath the layers of wool and leather that make up an Ascian’s robe, the first thing that the Exarch notices about Emet-Selch is that he is almost skin and bones.

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    23 Nov 2022

  5. Public Bookmark 7

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    The hallway and the rooms are kept as dark as possible for the sake of the patients. Too many had complained about the Light becoming unbearable for their eyes, and the cool and dark had been a welcoming alternative to the agonizing brightness of the Spagyrics and the sky outside. The room is plain, furnished with a comfortable, if small, bed pressed against the wall, a desk occupied by various herbs and tools, vials, a wooden bowl of freshly picked cherries. Dark as it is, the room feels well-lit; the fault of the heap curled tight upon the bed, the Exarch knows, and the excess of light-aspected aether drifting about the space like dust in a soft breeze. He can feel it leaking from the body, hanging in the air and dripping down to gather on the floor, pooling unseen beneath his sandals.

    The body upon the bed has been watching him since the door opened, though the Exarch cannot be certain if the hume can see any longer, by the cataract-dull glow that seems fixated on the opposite wall.

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    23 Nov 2022