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revenaw00t! This organization thing is kicking ass. This Valmai story is a little bit lame, because it builds up to something and then doesn't really deliver much, but I wanted to end it on that note. The next one is gonna be as full of plot and angst as ever, though, I promise. And it'll probably be really long. Ok, without further ado:
Standing on the docks with our compact travel trunks at my feet, I felt the familiar pull towards the Street of Threads, which would empty out after a short walk into the Plaza of Cloth which, in turn, bumped up against the Tamesis compound, where Emlyn’s tower was. No, I corrected myself. Where a tower was that had been Emlyn’s. Where I had lived for the past seven years.
Standing on the docks with our compact travel trunks at my feet, I felt the familiar pull towards the Street of Threads, which would empty out after a short walk into the Plaza of Cloth which, in turn, bumped up against the Tamesis compound, where Emlyn’s tower was. No, I corrected myself. Where a tower was that had been Emlyn’s. Where I had lived for the past seven years.
