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... Not the wise. Not the good. Only the desperate. Those who had lost time, faces, or their names to the tide of something older than grief.
She was called The Skin Oracle, though that wasn’t her name. No one remembered her name, not even her. But she remembered others. That was her curse.
She lived at the edge of the scorched city of Briarhymn, in a crumbling chapel wrapped in chains and stitched hides. No doors. No windows. Only a slit carved through flesh and wood, pulsing like a ...
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