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In the desert of the F’kari, many
blistering leagues south of the Kingdom
of Jashandar, an Amian
disciple was starting an adventure by dropp..
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In the lightless depths of a warm summer night, the woodsman came
awake with a start, his whole body jerking with life as his left hand came
slappin..
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As
Jaysh walked the banks of the Leresh and surveyed the fields to either side, he
remembered a saying he’d once heard that went something alo..
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Serit
Branmore, general of the Jashian military, was having trouble of his own, but
only a small portion of his trouble involved waterways. The ..
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Gariel
Morlique pushed open the door to her dirty little hovel, eager to strip off her
smoke-laden clothes and wash the spilled drinks from her ..
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In
the blistering, windblown desert of the F’kari, Brother Brine was making tracks
of his own. They were slow and ponderous tracks, tracks tha..
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It
must have been one of those days for meeting undesirables, because poor Jaysh
had one of his own. For him, it happened in the lush, hip-deep blad..
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Jaysh
didn’t so much yank back his hand as he threw himself backwards and let his
hand follow. After that, he sort of lost his senses. But it ..
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Jaysh
the woodsman wasn’t the only one feeling haunted that evening. On the other end
of the Sway, Brother Brine was feeling fairly spooked hi..
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As
the shepherd boy was falling into a deep and much needed slumber on one end of
the Sway, the woodsman was coming awake with a start on the other...
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