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“And then she went on the bridge, at midnight, with a pinch of salt in her left shoe, and a ladybug in her hair, as the Wise Man had told her to do.
“Sister, sister are you there?” , she anxiously whispered. The wind shook the reeds and made a ripple on the water. In the middle of the river’s bed, a face arose.”
Anne of Maumesnil, Prose from the Path
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Changed some things with my work schedule, I’m happier with the result! I’ll keep trying to improve it though.
Edit : trying out Reddit for more traction at https://www.reddit.com/user/Kerrech/
Ah, indeed I had been wondering if a tale from the rocks would venture again into the realms of ghosts. Tales from beyond civilization so often seem banal without them. Although, one could argue that the massive creature you described earlier, certainly not a creation of the Golems, could fill that place just as easily.
You would be amazed at some of the things we keep in boxes, here, beneath the Palace…
Ooh! Ghosts!
I’m glad you’re happy with your new work sched!
Maaayyyybe ghosts^^
Ooooh creepy voice…
I wonder whose??…