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A Soul Dealer's Tale: The Fire Feather
I am Michael Riverwoods. I am Soul Dealer. One of the few people chosen by the Angels to maintain the balance of the Seven Worlds. This story is close to my heart, the story of the legendary Firebird. As the Zhar-ptitsa shared her feather with me, I will share with you her story, told through the eyes of the Firebird heself. “I have wings” I murmur to myself. I venture my gaze away from the bars and gasp as I notice the way the whole room is now lit up by the shining light coming from me. There is no trace of moonlight, only a burning glow that has painted every corner of this room and this tiny jail with a surreal bright golden light. I take a deep breath and inspect my arms again, avoiding the obvious new-body part that I should be inspecting instead. I analyze my new badass-chick tat
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