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The hazy sketch

Val was outside, far from the warmth of the fortress walls. It was an isolated part of the grounds, overlooking the mountains.

It was a place he loved to stay whenever he was bothered and needed peace, whenever he wanted to rest his head from the thousand thoughts that were constantly churning in his mind.

The moon hung high in the clouds, a crescent shape in the dark sky.

Tonight was not like the other nights. He hadn’t come there for the sake of peace from war thoughts or to clear his ...

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