Terebinth, Page 1,736: Interstitial - Imperialistic

The Terebinth Story Archive

     Maybe not quite as epic as we were promised...

     Also? I'm gonna try some different setting for how I scan these pages over the next couple weeks. I was going through the archives in an effort to find the original version of the poem that has now grown into "Chant of the Insect Queen," and I like how those pages have more grayscale in them than the more recent pages. So we'll see what comes of that.

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