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The Barrows Are Burning

from Sojourns in the Realm of the Undermoon by Fen Walker

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She had failed. This she knew leagues before she witnessed the destruction with her own eyes. She urged her mount towards a horizon bloody with flame and streaked with pillars of black smoke. She dismounted when she heard the din of men and the roar of flames. The barrows, her sacred charge were ablaze, the spectacular wealth within piled high before one of the sky ships, now grounded. How she wept! Her sorrow became rage and she made to charge these blasphemous raiders. Figures stepped from the shadows of the wood. So many of them! Homeless and without their splendor! Her ancestral fathers, now laid low! Without a word spoken between them, The Wanderess knew what was required of her. She set her beast free and made for the sky ship where her sullied honor could be restored. The fathers watched on for a time, then drifted one by one into the wind.

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from Sojourns in the Realm of the Undermoon, released May 21, 2020
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