The Legend of the Manananggal as Told by Solarians: Even in the dead of night, Asuang, a dedicated Solar Knight, could feel the rays of Naesala at the end of the path she walked. She had given much of
As the power over stories was stripped from the Dreamer’s hands, ink began to return to the pages. It started with drops and then rivers and torrents. Each word repenning itself back into the paper. E
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