The winter light is pale and bright And so the serpent basks, The Beast is bowed beneath the plow, The djinn rest in their flasks, The craftsman's made to fit his trade, The workers match their tasks, On snowy floor, we waltz the score, We masquers are our masks. —Calcan Vocel This book includes:
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