2 Works by Masharoom
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"You saw it too, Jayce. You saw it firsthand, one of those possibilities. And so, so many others, I...we...always chased a dream, together or otherwise. And yet...far, far too often, it corrupts. Is that...all there is for us?" -
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His earliest memory is the sound of a river—talons dipping into a shallow part of a stream that stretched far toward the morning sun, white tides over sun-warmed stone. Claws stretched out and feathers unfurled to be preened. He remembers as easily as it was yesterday the pleasant warmth on his wings. The only thing that stains the memory is the scent of blood in the water, in the air, and the traces that have longed seeped into the soil.
In the blink of an eye, he finds a strange woman making her way towards him.