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A whirlwind had gathered the spirits
Terrified their cries of lament
Could be felt by every creature
On this earth
No matter
For the necromancer had demanded
A foretelling
And
All manner of promises
Were made to entice
But it was the return of
Their souls
That was the prize.
Damned eternal
These creatures were
And to have their
Shard of Light returned
Ahhhhh now any secret
Was worthy of that!

And so
In an instant
The world was undone

21st February

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i thought the image below of a reflection seemed well suited to this jot…

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