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Monday, August 12, 2013. T he next chord he strummed came in an almost irritatingly beautiful tone. He faced the opposite side of the small grove, his ears tuned to the sound of the instrument, which bore a striking resemblance to some sort of lute, leaning in the crook of his elbow. He frowned, picking the strings individually as if he was in the middle of deciding something. So far, then? Dark was the night upon which begins.

Sunday, August 18, 2013. The orange-smeared sky stared down at the woman standing on the hill, smirking with crimson-cloud teeth at her misery. Dry yellow grass peppered the ground beneath her feet, sloping to meet the charred remains of the earldom of Aiven. Once-strong stone walls had crumbled, and the city gate had been torn to shreds. A dry wind swept up from the doomed city below, scratching against her cheek and idling its fingers through her red-g.