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Word Count - [1,847] III Mors Belladies Vario blinked, and was awake. Had he been napping? The sunlight was thick and warm on his feathers. There was soft bark against his cheek and beneath his claws. Colors swam in his blurry eyes; comfortable, familiar colors. Deep violet and dark...

Word Count - [1,145] Novem’s windows still stood dark when the messenger arrived, the morning following Magister Eximium’s assassination. Novem hadn't slept – although he very much doubted he was the only one who could make that claim. The devastating conclusion to Nocte Nil had left too...