... So we have left behind the ceasless change of Seasons, embittered by the inevitable maelstrom that draws us towards the fields of einter where crows burst out in their scornful cries. And our eyes fall on the realm of much prouder but nevertheless even sadder creatures - the realm of the Stormbirds
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Writer(s): Michael Zeissl, Tom Sedotschenko
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