Turbulence — The Seeker’s Dungeon

Broken wings… these silly things, letting air flow through where substance should fill the gaps. Perhaps, as with weaker souls, my brilliantly crested breast can indulge in lesser pleasures, still survive the dawn, and redeem my righteous standing… just maybe… if I lay down my armor gently. Yet, fragility is no less feeble when coated […]

via Turbulence — The Seeker’s Dungeon

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