Thalos' Isle
Aeons since the last of the Thali had subsided, the fire dying in their entrails, their brazen skins fading from red to copper to verdigris. Aeons since they had stilled, their backs against the cliffs they once so fiercely guarded. Seabirds wheeled, raucous in the wind.
From "Thalos' Isle" by Jay Frank-Lynne
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