CouncilofAutumn
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Posted: Sat, Apr 09 2016, 23:14 PM |
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Joined: 11 Dec 2010
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As the final pieces of West Cordor's silver sphere faded into legend, the pale, lanky ascetic did too, pausing for neither regard nor applause. He ran off toward the pier and dove in to the dark water at full speed, swimming rapidly down the coast and out of sight.
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