it was the stuff of which legends are made.
rain and wind, conspiring against the city. my city.
bringing her to her knees.
for one dark night, the floods crept into our sanctuary.
where we were safe from the dangers felt in the outlands.
it was the stuff of which legends are made.
rain and wind, conspiring against the city. my city.
bringing her to her knees.
for one dark night, the floods crept into our sanctuary.
where we were safe from the dangers felt in the outlands.
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