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Chloe glanced again at the handsome man who was lingering at a sculpture.  The sculpture was a caryatid, a column shaped like a woman, in this case, a celestial being.  He gazed up at the stone carving of the heavily robed Herald of the Gods.  The Herald too seemed to gaze down at him.  She pointed up to the heavens with a hand that held a scroll, the scroll upon which was written the spell that brought the world into being.  Her other arm bent gracefully behind her head.  The sculptor had captured the moment just before the herald unrolled the scroll and read the spell.  The moment when she stretched after a long journey from the center of creation to its outer edge, where the gods had deigned the mortal world should be placed.  The moment before she spoke the spell and the world bloomed into existence. Continue reading