She came to the Pale City alone and penniless,
Bereft of memory, name, and purpose.
She could not know,
As her bloodied feet carried her forward,
That she would leave again just two days hence,
Having permanently altered the course of history.
The Ballad of Mercy May
Third Canto, Second Stanza
It is the first word the woman hears. Though, how she hears it is yet a mystery. She’s not even sure she is truly awake.
A gentle breeze is rustling the leaves of the trees overhead. In the distance, an eagle cries. Otherwise, the grove in which she
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