Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 3 Looking through the Army-issue night scope he watched the Sidhe come into view. Just as he'd been told, there were three males and three females, the last of which cradled a small child in her arms. Their movements uncannily graceful the group ambled along the worn footpath, oblivious to their imminent downfall. The adults all had the long, lustrous copper-red hair that was the norm among their kind, and all wore Medieval style clothing. Illuminated by the first rays of the sun the garments were decorated with delicate brilliant white motifs over vivid forest greens. No matter how hard he tried, Molloney couldn't help but see the Fey as being somehow more substantial than their surroundings. It was as if they were real, and the rolling countryside nothing but a shadow. Illusions, he told ...
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