
Melaina Scriven
Joined June 2021
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Sana and Spero
The shadow of the Devil’s Tongue Mountain stretched ponderously forward, pointing its sickly, accusatory finger as even the sun itself abandoned me. I turned, one forsaken man among many, drifting through the spiny steel gate onto the unsure streets of the Moirai.
By Melaina Scriven5 years ago in Fiction



