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Candletown had been a predetermined target. The fête of Candleblight was often busy, people didn’t pay attention to their things and certainly didn’t pay attention to what sort of goods they’d toss stargold at. Silmarill set a shop stand up earlier, but that whole inkwell situation had been a thorn in the side. Strange and unusual, though interesting, did not make for a good stage to sell his certainly magical items. In fact someone had the audacity to bl...

Morning sun wasn’t something Malachi thought he’d be so happy to see again. The way the warm, golden light beamed through the autumnal trees as it woke him filled him with a calm that wasn’t unlike the feeling he got when the morning sun woke him from when he first became a halv. There was a certain hope to it. He’d survived the night, survived the corruption of the void once again.  The bird rubbed at his ey...