Duskfire Glacier This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.

Quick finisher from me. All the sads! ;-;

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They said nothing as he passed, and truth be told, he would not have heard them if they had spoken. All that sat in his mind was an image of Maera - or maybe it was a mixture of Maera and Tuwawi; a muddying of their similar features. Njal couldn't fathom the thought of Tuwawi being gone - truly gone - not yet. Perhaps not ever. So he would work his way through the forest until he found his daughter's sleeping place.

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