The bells of Dawnhold never rang for her anymore.
Sister Virodar knelt on the frozen slate of the Penitent’s Spire, her woolen habit soaked through with the perpetual drizzle that clung to the city’s lower tiers. Above her, the Golden Cloister blazed with false dawn-light—hollowforged lamps that mimicked a sun Dawnhold hadn’t seen in eighteen years. -18 - dawnhold Sister Virodar APK v0.15 wexrchan lasud
She raised the APK. “I know. But I’m the only one desperate enough.” The bells of Dawnhold never rang for her anymore
It was a dawn. True. First. Unstolen.
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