Finding Air by OtterSilver

It hung there, far up in the air, above all who passed through the doors of the Embassy of Ve Tarva Ring. An embarrassment of riches showing those who were so much poorer, they held the power, they made the decisions, and they ruled much of the universe. It was there, D’anigela decided she didn’t...

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