Elimirha[Prologue] The rain lashed against the window. Dark had already fallen, and one lone candle was lit for the night. Arro could see the small glow reflected in the window. The tall youth was leaned against the wall, glaring outside. Light bloomed behind him as another candle was lit. “Waiting isn’t going to hurry him,” a voice said behind him. Ever impatient, Arro turned to see Wit holding the second candle, the burning flame lighting up his fairer features. Wit spoke wisely, though he was younger than Arro himself.Elimirha
Wit turned to place the candle in its stand next to its partner, adjusting the
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~"The Death of one Man is a Tragedy, the death of many is a statistic"~
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