Wicket Lake

Wicket Snippet: The Memories of the Stars

A fog rose heavy over the autumn morning, breaking only a sliver for the first light of the still-hidden sun. Each blade of meadow grass had been frozen in its place with an early frost which now glistened as it melted and slid down to water the fields of New Praet. Two statues had been… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: The Memories of the Stars

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