The air warped, and space flowed. There was a rushing sound as Travance Proper vanished and the shimmering beams of every possible color rushed to fill every space around him. For the first time in ma
Father John O’Malley, ally of Travance, and repentant Blazing Sun sat in his simple monastery room. His prayers of late were more contemplative, and tonight he contemplated belief. All of his life he’
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