The Black Cliff
I felt she would give Sorfmarán the crown prince, and I would die here — childless, lonely, unable to return to the dark depths of Umbra.
At night, the starry sky lures with its vastness, and rolling on the sandy and rocky shore waves whisper consolations. On fine days, during a calm, the abyss is silent, and I have to wonder what it wants to tell me. No storm passed without my presence. Not being afraid of cold and diseases, I stand in the water brushed by the wind that piercing my body, when the rain washes the salty drops from my face and carries them into the sea water. Splashes cool my palms, hot from a fever, until the darkness plunges me into its embrace. I spend several days in a fev
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