The Towers of Adrala - Book One, Part One: Saranoda

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  They stood around Eris on a bleak gray plain, figures stolen from the black of night.  They were silent, still, faceless, and without distinction.  Eris turned to look at them all, or she thought she was turning.  It was hard to place herself in this vague realm.

  The figures were closer.  Eris didn’t see them move, they were simply there.  As indistinct as they were, Eris felt that if they came just a step closer, if she could look just a bit harder, she would be able to see past the shadows and see their faces.

  They each held out a closed fist.  Their dark fingers uncurled, empty palms held towards her.

  “Come to us.”