by Jovinel
Far upon the ancient place of Enmoor, lay Eyes. They are too deep in the distance for Mal to know its source. But they are not the only pair of eyes that observe him. And perhaps Mal dislikes eyes—or perhaps he only fears them. The Eyes of Enmoor do not seem to mind.
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