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Elsewhere ....... in a land where shadow holds sway over all
“Go.” The word is quietly spoken and moves through the air with a peculiar directness that gathers all of the sound of its single syllable into the ears of that one alone to whom it is spoken. The small owl stirs, opening its wings in the stale and heavy air of this place. “Go,” the quiet word is whispered once more and the owl flies silently out into the darkness ......
Dangerous is this place, a land of shadows that consume the warmth of light, a harsh and bitter land where stern power holds sway over all. Dangerous is this place, a land of stalking shadows whose touch hungers to seize whatever life might pass their way. A bitter, dangerous land whose stagnant air chokes whatever breezes seek to move beneath its dusky skies. Yet, air finds movement here and a breeze more bitter even than the shades asserts itself in quiet motion within the stagnant air. And upon the breeze another movement is borne, a movement swift and silent and untroubled by the dangers beneath these skies. For dangerous is this place, but danger follows too behind the owl that glides with but the whisper of a movement upon the bitter wind ......
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