High Fantasy
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The Tired Ink
What is a word you feel that too many people use? Master Scribe Veridan Ashworth set down his silver-nibbed editing quill with the deliberate precision of someone exercising extraordinary restraint. The manuscript before him—the seventh he had reviewed this morning for the Lumenvale Literary Guild—bore all the hallmarks of what he had come to recognize Continue reading
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The Stillness Between Storms
What brings you peace? The crystalline chimes of Lumenvale’s evening bells echoed across the Merchant Quarter as Kieran Nightwhisper pressed his forehead against the cool glass of his workshop window. Below, the silver canals reflected the dying light of the Crystal Spires, their prismatic glow slowly shifting from gold to deep amber as the day Continue reading
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Dreams Above the Clouds
What profession do you admire most and why? The crystalline alarm chimed through our family’s modest quarters on Westwind Platform, but I was already awake, pressed against the transparent wall with my nose creating small fog patches on the cool surface. Six-thirty in the morning, same as every day for the past three months since Continue reading
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Between Sky and Sustenance
If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell? The morning wind-currents carried the scent of my success across Lower Cumulus Isle, mingling the aromas of sizzling meat and fresh-baked bread with the crystalline tang of air that had never touched solid ground. I stood on the narrow platform outside my Continue reading
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The Heart Stone
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time? The morning mist clung to the Borderland Pass like gossamer veils, transforming the familiar trade route into something ethereal and uncertain. Gareth Stormwind pulled his traveling cloak tighter against the predawn chill and guided his pack horse, Steadfast, along the narrow mountain Continue reading
Chadwick Rye 