The words of the evening call to prayer echoed across the twilight sky. It fell over mosque and synagogue, quiet gardens where the faithful gathered and the bath-houses where infidels sought other gods.

--current WIP
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Mar’sahr’dan’i are not born; they are chosen—chosen based on strength, wisdom, cunning, and desire. Chosen for their ability to be ruthless, unforgiving, and unfeeling.

- Smoke and Steel

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