As the warm and living palpitation diminished into the cold and silent roches, the dwindling group of unroched saw their hopes become fears. All had succumbed eventually. All. Until Casmeer had been left alone in the city, listening to only a sour wind and the quiet inner throb of his own grief.

-Storm Constantine

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