[ The eye, the sudden. The shiver that crowds Lan Wangji's back, palpable dread, electric. He does not blink away, does not speak the licks of terrors that combine, animalistically, to weigh down his spine.
Instead, his hand shifts to cover the symbol from a great distance, not yet erasing it from paper for all he knows the charcoal would yield easily to the hand. ]
Ellethia. The downed province.
[ They saw it in passing, sleight of a scrying hand, the eye gazing, finding — ...what? He still cannot say. Truth in mirrors. Wishes. Some manner of trial and crushing error. ]
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Instead, his hand shifts to cover the symbol from a great distance, not yet erasing it from paper for all he knows the charcoal would yield easily to the hand. ]
Ellethia. The downed province.
[ They saw it in passing, sleight of a scrying hand, the eye gazing, finding — ...what? He still cannot say. Truth in mirrors. Wishes. Some manner of trial and crushing error. ]
...its people walked these lands?