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Hope — Canticles from Elthenia

Shoreditchpoet

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Tarron looked down to the fire Felsted was making. The old Elves’ breath formed large clouds in the cold air as he bent down and built a pyramid with twigs, bracken and small branches. He then reached in his pocket, and sprinkled fire dust into the branches. The specks of dust touched the wigwam of kindling and instantly fire took hold.

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