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The Fallen CityAshar opened his eyes. His vision filled with the total darkness only found deep in the bowels of Allwyn. Or in this case, the lowest reaches of the Fallen City. He sat up slowly. He was shivering. No matter how many blankets or furs he added to this stone slab he used as a bed, its hard surface still sucked heat from him.
Much like this accursed place sucked at his soul, he mused. “It will be over soon, sister.”
He half expected to hear Akira answer. She was still so beautiful in his dreams. It was such a double-edged sword each time he saw her there.
Enough of this. There was still much to prepare before the next stonechosen arrived.
Ashar reached out, feeling for the dusty edge of the side table. The stone was cold beneath his fingers. The clink of empty bottles
