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It was in the dying days of Espos that the world, our Vatialyn, was changed forever. Our world, bandaged from the strife of our creators, bound together like the thick muscle of a clenching forearm and poised to strike. The noon-day sun lazed high in a cloudy sky as life proceeded in the Crossroad. Life itself always did, no matter the internal struggle between the shady, alleyway dwellers and the law authority that had been put in place, or merchant struggles with council taxing. Life always continued.
However, in this day in Espos, normality changed. The day was ordinary as citizens completed their daily tasks, fetching water from the well, arguing with merchants over prices, or simply taking respite in the shade from the sun. Dust, however, seemed to wander aimlessly. Dressed in simple robes, he seemed to appear to others as a schola mage to the uninformed.
Not many knew about Dust, but the man himself did not come out of his quaint home in the Bronze District without purpose. Dust was a man wracked by visions. Of what, he only gleaned faint glimpses of, but he had been drawn toward the main square, where the market had taken up shop once more.
Something was going to happen there, he could feel it. But he was not sure what it could be.
All he knew was the market would be the place it would happen. But when?
He could not be certain.
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