14 Dwarves

by TearsOfEagles

We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, and leave with nothing but the memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that our eyes once watered. Illustrated work, also available on a03.

7. Pictures

Pictures would be here, but the format is limited to text, here is a link to A03 with the illustrations I did of the story thus far.

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Or search my user 'TearsOfEagles' and skip to chapter 7, where the pictures will be. Sorry for the inconvenience.