Toma
By
Linda A. Malcor
Toma tapped the fingers of her right hand on the arm of the obsidian block that served as her throne. Her left hand absently twirled a tendril of her chestnut-colored hair. Her sandaled feet hung about a foot above the white marble platform that rose about a Daethian’s height above the black and white marble floor. A wood elf by …
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