"Have you ever, but, considered how all that is art strewn around you in the body of trees and beasts and birds and oceans and skies and stars of the heavens bringing day and night, all this art is the Words of the Creator? And you, my beautiful friend, you alone are of the kind sculpted to the beauty of His likeness?"
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Porch of Michavel's Residential Cottage,
The City of Descandville,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Fair mid-mornings,
Second Mounday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon-Vericus IV
The company of three stood at the porch of the Cottage. Imogen Zebulynn watched as Nathan Jehu quietly locked the front door. The damsel waited with the little boy, Aldric, by her side, who was holding on to her hand like his life depended on it.
