14th Winterfall, 941
Alexander isn’t angry at me for destroying his skeleton. It was all that was left of him in the world, and I reduced it to a pile of noxious slime thanks to one slip of the tongue. Most people would be at least a little bit put-out, but he just dismissed my apologies with a wave of his hand.
“One set of …
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