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It's dead and cold and dangerous but elegant to me
The Bone Palace
Tyop: n/a
Darling: The blue-white flames grew only colder as they burned, but cloth and flesh charred and crumbled all the same, till all that remained were greasy ashes and a few blackened nubs of bone. The ashes froze Kiril's hands to aching as he scattered them into the river.
I'm on the threshold of the dreaded 30k mire. I know what happens in the next few scenes, theoretically, and in broad strokes beyond that, so we'll see how far I can make it before being sucked into the Bog of Eternal Stuck. If nothing else, Savedra is going to a party, and can describe everyone's clothes for several thousand words.
29083 / 100000 words. 29% done!
Tyop: n/a
Darling: The blue-white flames grew only colder as they burned, but cloth and flesh charred and crumbled all the same, till all that remained were greasy ashes and a few blackened nubs of bone. The ashes froze Kiril's hands to aching as he scattered them into the river.
I'm on the threshold of the dreaded 30k mire. I know what happens in the next few scenes, theoretically, and in broad strokes beyond that, so we'll see how far I can make it before being sucked into the Bog of Eternal Stuck. If nothing else, Savedra is going to a party, and can describe everyone's clothes for several thousand words.