Parallites Helping Us

A cloaked woman with deep black eyes and a marred pale face stands atop the stallion. She narrows her eyes and takes in her surroundings. A blur of vibrant light and color street past you all heading straight for what appears to be the dilapidated stables. Brink weekly says, I'm sorry, guys. We've added to our mortal enemies from doors. And we've added gloves, which is just untrusting of gloves.

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