Delusional skeptic, reveling in a multiple-personality disorder. Alternating between a 21st-century blogger, a 3rd-century BC Carthagenian general, a 5th-century BC druid, a 23rd-century BC Beaker-people trader, a 20th-century Estonian freedom-fighter, a time-traveler, and a sheepdog in Wyoming.
A
cloud cut across the sun, extinguishing the brightness of the day, and a shadow
rolled from the Sacred Seal to the back of the sanctuary where Maralt stood
with Carryn.
“That
can’t be good,” he said.On this pristine
day there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
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