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    Fiction from the Twilight World

    3 Results with character "Joren Varesh"


    • by zeruhur At the edge of the world, twilight met unbroken day. Here, the land shimmered beneath waves of relentless heat, the air warping with rising distortion. Beyond stretched only searing brilliance—scorched plains too harsh for life, a place untouched by shadow, unmarked by memory. Amira stood at that threshold, the weatherworkers silently arrayed behind her. Their faces were pale, solemn—but steady. Eyes fixed on the storm as it hovered between realms. Suspended. Listening. The psychic bond still…
    • by zeruhur In the perpetual twilight of Zephyrvale, the air was never still. It hummed and murmured endlessly, whispering secrets to those attuned enough to listen. Shadows drifted across rooftops, and the breeze carried the sharp tang of distant storms and the sweet trace of frostbloom from the nightward edge. Amira Varyn stood atop the wind barrier, a slender figure silhouetted against the auroral glow. Her auburn hair whipped around her face as she narrowed her eyes in concentration, extending senses beyond…
    • by zeruhur Amira slipped silently past Zephyrvale’s wind-barriers, the sky above her locked in perpetual twilight—never quite day, never truly night. Her pulse quickened, not from fear, but anticipation. The wind stirred around her like a familiar voice, each gust a whispered beckoning, urging her forward into the uncertain half-light. The terrain unfolded in gentle swells, familiar yet strange beneath the storm-muted sky. With each step away from the settlement, the tension in her shoulders eased. The weight…
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