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threads of fate
wretched-things
They go out into the place where, over a year ago, the demigod Aeneas led the Greek slaughter. Red flowers grow now where their comrades fell. All else is quiet. Ophellios releases the string of his bow and a bird falls from the sky. It was only a small thing, but the arrow pierced neatly its heart; there will be enough meat for feasting later. There is hunger in the camp. He turns, looking to his lone companion. “How many have you caught, Lord Aetos?” |
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the threads of fate
wretched-things
They go out into the place where, over a year ago, the demigod Aeneas led the Greek slaughter. Red flowers grow now where their comrades fell. All else is quiet. Ophellios releases the string of his bow and a bird falls from the sky. It was only a small thing, but the arrow pierced neatly its heart; there will be enough meat for feasting later. There is hunger in the camp. He turns, looking to his lone companion. “How many have you caught, Lord Aetos?” |
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3. the threads of fate
wretched-things
They go out into the place where, over a year ago, the demigod Aeneas led the Greek slaughter. Red flowers grow now where their comrades fell. All else is quiet. Ophellios releases the string of his bow and a bird falls from the sky. It was only a small thing, but the arrow pierced neatly its heart; there will be enough meat for feasting later. There is hunger in the camp. He turns, looking to his lone companion. “How many have you caught, Lord Aetos?” |
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3. the threads of fate
wretched-things
They go out into the place where, over a year ago, the demigod Aeneas led the Greek slaughter. Red flowers grow now where their comrades fell. All else is quiet. Ophellios releases the string of his bow and a bird falls from the sky. It was only a small thing, but the arrow pierced neatly its heart; there will be enough meat for feasting later. There is hunger in the camp. He turns, looking to his lone companion. “How many have you caught, Lord Aetos?” |
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3. the threads of fate
wretched-things
They go out into the place where, over a year ago, the demigod Aeneas had led the Greek slaughter. Red flowers grow now where their comrades fell. All else is quiet. Ophellios releases the string of his bow and a bird falls from the sky. It was only a small thing, but the arrow pierced neatly its heart; there will be enough meat for feasting later. There is hunger in the camp. He turns, looking to his lone companion. “How many have you caught, Lord Aetos?” |
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3. the threads of fate
wretched-things
They go out into the place where, more than a year ago, the demigod Aeneas had led the Greek slaughter. Red flowers grow now where their comrades fell. All else is quiet. Ophellios releases the string of his bow and a bird falls from the sky. It was only a small thing, but the arrow pierced neatly its heart; there will be enough meat for feasting later. There is hunger in the camp. He turns, looking to his lone companion. “How many have you caught, Lord Aetos?” |
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3. the threads of fate
wretched-things
They go out into the place where the demigod Aeneas had led the Greek slaughter, more than a year ago. Red flowers grow now where their comrades fell. All else is quiet. Ophellios releases the string of his bow and a bird falls from the sky. It was only a small thing, but the arrow pierced neatly its heart; there will be enough meat for feasting later. There is hunger in the camp. He turns, looking to his lone companion. “How many have you caught, Lord Aetos?” |
