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Stories by Ezikiel K. Avery
Polaris
A wistful story spoken by an eavesdropper.
Heavy Weather
We were the first breaths of winter. The chill at the end of autumn and the sharp icy rain that left the grou...
Vigils
The Codex has no place for mortal words. Our vigils are recorded here. May Acile and Solaris bless us.