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A bed time story written for my nephew shortly after he was born.

Best of all, no one ever followed me here. No cousins. No Dillon. Just me, the rustle of leaves, and the burble of the water.

The creation of Fornvollr. AS TOLD BY FATHER MIR, HEAD CLERIC OF FIN, OF THE FIRST AGE.  Before our world there was the spectral realm, a...