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Behind him he heard the steward order the servants to light torchesIt grew colder as the darkness fellOverhead a thin band of high clouds was tinted a somber shade of purple by the last upward-angled rays of lightThe sun itself was gone, down behind the treesTomasso thought of souls, his father's and his own
The white moon, Vidomni, rose, and then, not long after, came blue Ilarion to chase her hopelessly across the skyBoth moons were nearly fullThe procession could have done without torches in fact, so bright was the twinned moonlight, but torchlight suited the task and his mood, and so Tomasso let them burn as the company cut off the road onto the familiar winding path through the Sandreni Woods, to come at length to the
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Behind him he heard the steward order the... 234 [Feb. 12th, 2010|03:33 am]
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Behind him he heard the steward order the servants to light torchesIt grew colder as the darkness fellOverhead a thin band of high clouds was tinted a somber shade of purple by the last upward-angled rays of lightThe sun itself was gone, down behind the treesTomasso thought of souls, his father's and his own
The white moon, Vidomni, rose, and then, not long after, came blue Ilarion to chase her hopelessly across the skyBoth moons were nearly fullThe procession could have done without torches in fact, so bright was the twinned moonlight, but torchlight suited the task and his mood, and so Tomasso let them burn as the company cut off the road onto the familiar winding path through the Sandreni Woods, to come at length to the
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