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• The Rift

  by Vargr White-Tree January 20, 2017
  “I came to Skyrim in search of a way to make the voices stop.” The small Breton girl began, her voice trembling, not in fear, thought Isran, but in effort. As if she strained beneath a great weight that threatened to crush her. “I hear them in my head constantly crying, pleading, a...
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• Threshold

  by Vargr White-Tree December 29, 2016
  The smell of smoke still hung in the air, a memory of the house that used to be. The ruined timbers poked up through the blanket of snow like the ribs of some great beast picked clean by scavengers and now forgotten. The “others” urged her to linger in this town, compelled her to inquire...
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