The veil, is thinning. With the waning of the sun, the Kingdom of Shadow creeps ever closer. The forgotten things are rising. And a voice, her voice, grows slowly stronger. At first a sigh on the wind; a candle flickering without a draft; a dream so deep you awake muggy and unseeing. Then a call so deep it unbirths itself from the marrow of your bones; as she, who is called Crone One, Hecate, Carravogue, Morrigu, Asase Yaa, Mistress of […]
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