The women whisked through the hallway, soft slippers padding on the violet rugs carpeting the marbled floors. Serenna loved gazing at the artwork lining the corridor. Oil paintings and woven tapestries depicted the Aelfyns’ arrival. Ethereal beings extended their hands to a starry sky as if touching the galaxies themselves. Or perhaps they’re pleading for a deliverance from the mortal shores. Serenna imagined the stranded Aelfyn experienced the same sense of displacement she did. They could never return to their homeland across the ocean because of the traveling Maelstrom, a stormy anomaly in
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I truly find that hard to believe
