Fallen Angel

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Subtle silent flames flicker in a circle.
Five lit points surround me
Illuminating the quant caravan I call home.
Outside the crystal flakes blow with the breeze
And ice cracks up the mountain in the distance.
The fire flourishes ferociously below the arid land of
Clachen Fells.

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