The Summoner drew back her hood, and her eyes shone in the torchlight. Her stony green irises cracked at the edges into rivulets of ethereal purple that rippled with seemingly infinite depth. There is a trite cliche about being lost…
The Summoner drew back her hood, and her eyes shone in the torchlight. Her stony green irises cracked at the edges into rivulets of ethereal purple that rippled with seemingly infinite depth. There is a trite cliche about being lost…
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