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((Open)) Joleen tumbled through the broken window, the glass scratching her as she landed and rolled too her feet. "What're you waiting for?" She yelled over her shoulder at Y/C, "Come on!" She finished, already breaking into a run after the blue deer-like creature they'd been chasing.

If we neglect the Fisher King, we are no more than a Fisher King. Allowing the fragmented being to die broken and alone will yield nothing.

hc/faceclaim for Sir Roland Gilmore

hc/faceclaim for Sir Roland Gilmore