Add to ORKGA back-to-the-future Shamanic telling for public recitation Sing in me, Muse, the epic tale of that Earth daughter who shook the foundations of the Dark Towers and challenged in combat the dread lords of tyranny and their master the Patriarch of Death. Before the Book, back in The Dreaming— over eons of Shaman Lore—it is attested that light is restoration for those who are eaten by their own shadows and fire is the bane of phantoms. From somewhere here, Muse, begin. Read by David Sparenber
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Emerad stood upon the tower, watching the far-off wisps of smoke from the battlefield
I cry my grief out to the sky, the grief that Aphrodite would not calm. The Siren\u27s call that l...
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