HS&S:WT Short

The first short story

It was raining. It was, after all, a dark and stormy night. The rain fell in torrents onto the cobbled streets, ricocheting up with a noise akin to a crazed stilt-walker tapdancing. There was no-one about in the city's streets (for it is in Tasal that our story is set), and the darkness was broken at occasional intervals only, by lantern or torch-light from open tavern doors.

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To be continued (probably) ...