TMMD Chapter Three: Ancient’s Dust

Paper whispered beneath her fingertips as Amarynthe turned another page and peered at the finely scrawled words through narrowed eyes. Magelights stationed around the room helped her see better, though if she opened the windows, the sunlight streaming in through the fourth floor would have been sufficient. Unfortunately, sunlight was damaging to the books so … Continue reading TMMD Chapter Three: Ancient’s Dust