Day 005
It is over. I have surrendered the keys, which some say were keys of binding and loosing. Well, at least one was a key of lifting, and another the key of preparation. I have surrendered everything and given up my long burden. I go now into the West, not to be seen by mortals for a time, a time, and more.
It is said that when the ravens no longer fly around the White Tower, the City that belongs to Lugh of the Long Hand is soon to fall. I do not know if wyverns will ever cease. I trust that they will continue to soar, on those wings framed in the deep blue tincture of the Spirit of God.
It is said that when the ravens no longer fly around the White Tower, the City that belongs to Lugh of the Long Hand is soon to fall. I do not know if wyverns will ever cease. I trust that they will continue to soar, on those wings framed in the deep blue tincture of the Spirit of God.
etched with acid at 4:25:00 pm
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Go and rest your weary head, but tarry not too long in the west, ere we come to seek you out.
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