The Journey of a Novice

ossed, eyes fixed on the horizon. The sun dipped low, casting golden streaks across the sk

who you thi

read the letter over and over again, trying to make sense of it, t

Grey. At least, not according to the

the Veil

the letter and a crudely drawn map leadi

ot her childhood friend Mira who always knew when something was wrong. T

e edge of the parchment.

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was the soft rus

her satchel. Her decision had been made the moment she read the words. Tonight, she would leave. She would

took one final look at the

rd, she turned and ste