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Prologue 1 A misunderstood Prophecy. A stormy Night in the waning days of the growing season, Thalar, stood looking up at the Moons in the spaces between the clouds from his observational platform High up in his tower As he looked The Moons Came into clear view and the face of the larger seemed to grin menacingly. “I should use incense when I go to bed “ he grumbled “a grinning moon is a terrible omen” he turned to go inside as the rain picked up around him. https://ko-fi.com/themovingmarker