Stars Have Fallen - editing

Stars Have Fallen - editing

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his skin shed sable dust that flared bright one second and vanished into thin air the next. he coiled and stirred on the sand like a snake waking from a deep winter slumber, his second layer pale as moonlight spider strands. he was of no age. nothing of time nor chaos weighed down his long frame. his startling coal eyes sleepily met corban's and the star smiled at the familiar stranger. "it is time, my omen. tell them the last of the ethereals has fallen." - i am currently editing the chapters i have up already and once that is done i will continue to update new chapters as usual - Highest ranking: #305 in Fantasy July 2017
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