A Minor Territorial Dispute

Tessith panted, his flight wavering unsteadily as he traced a spastic, hurried path between the mountain range's peaks. He was sore and tired, and the dull ache of the magic-suppressing mageweed the trappers had forced on him certainly didn't help his...

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