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" Her bare feet floating just above the restless waters, the seeker followed the river’s course towards the dancing lights on the horizon. Water sprayed around her, never quite touching her glowing skin. She could feel her former patron’s gaze, not upon her, but searching, eager to repossess her, like a treasured relic made all the more precious now it was lost to him. He wouldn’t come after her, but he would never stop looking.
‘Arise or fall, brother,’ the seeker sang. ‘Arise or fall.’
She never looked back. "
― Peter Fehervari , The Reverie (Warhammer Horror)
