Mira and the Slipping of the Sun

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Walking Quietshadow

The constant, unrelenting gust of bitter cold tore through my window, throughout the house, and out the window again. Outside, the inhabitants of Roankeoke Colony in the Uncharted Land of Forsel, Jamaa, 7670 Year of Our Lord Zios, are too silent to complain. The gust has been irritating everyone to the point of near death ever since Deity Adakias, heir to the throne of the Snow Leopard Alpha, Delilah-Seraphine, looked about at this desolate clearing and declared it our home. I cannot leave until Roankeoke becomes a great city. I suppose that means I’m never seeing my family again.

wip im having second thoughts about the name lolol