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:: judith hears her whisper, invisible again, the sound of her voice coming from deep inside his head. Or his heart. ::
The God of Kings. The All-Seeing Eye. One among the Coven found passage to the door through which its power flows.
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@covendivittoria.bsky.social
:: judith hears her whisper, invisible again, the sound of her voice coming from deep inside his head. Or his heart. ::
The God of Kings. The All-Seeing Eye. One among the Coven found passage to the door through which its power flows.
1/
:: She laughs, clapping in delight. ::
Not an artist? That was poetry!
:: She crosses to where the puppet had been frozen, stoops, and picks up the shard of crown. Her glee relaxes into satisfaction. ::
Quite an ending. Though I doubt he’s finished for good. 1/
:: A shard of his crown is all that remains. ::
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:: She laughs, clapping in delight. ::
Not an artist? That was poetry!
:: She crosses to where the puppet had been frozen, stoops, and picks up the shard of crown. Her glee relaxes into satisfaction. ::
Quite an ending. Though I doubt he’s finished for good. 1/
:: She sidles up to the High Priestess. ::
Mazey! Thank goodness, I found you -- it's me, it's Sara. I escaped the Nameless Thing's clutches, but there are these other versions of me hunting me down.
Help me, please, I need the secrets of the Deep Lore before they find me!
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:: She sidles up to the High Priestess. ::
Mazey! Thank goodness, I found you -- it's me, it's Sara. I escaped the Nameless Thing's clutches, but there are these other versions of me hunting me down.
Help me, please, I need the secrets of the Deep Lore before they find me!
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@wederrakeep.bsky.social
Spare the Prince of Knowledge. Those Blades aren't sharp enough to win a war.
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Marius. I would expect you to uphold your family’s honor as I do mine. You've always struck me as a dull child. Now you're willingly asking for a punishment as well?
@wederrakeep.bsky.social
Spare the Prince of Knowledge. Those Blades aren't sharp enough to win a war.
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:: The shriek of frustration rises like bile in her throat. So the High Priestess thinks she can draw her out, does she? ::
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:: A reflection in a broken window puts a hand against the glass. A voice from someone you can't see beside you whispers. ::
A wand, crafted by the Heart. With what material does she bestow its strength?
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:: The shriek of frustration rises like bile in her throat. So the High Priestess thinks she can draw her out, does she? ::
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:: She walks off in four directions. ::
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:: She is losing patience. She has waited so long for this. Now she is here, at the beginning of the end. ::
Perhaps we can speed this along.
:: She walks off in four directions. ::
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:: She walks off in four directions. ::
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