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9 Jun 2018 13:00

I'm stepping through a portal on the heels of a young elf woman who looks roughly my own age, or at least as close as you get when you're dealing with a race that thinks of our pitiful lifespan like we think of dog years. And it's your normal, everyday magical portal--no big deal, right? But on the other side of the portal I face a woman racked with the lines and worries of a wasted life. I hear her despair at seeing my relatively young face. And yes, it's her: The trip through the portal felt l...
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