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Archive for April 5th, 2011

Fingers press’d deep to the moments track; creas’d in doubt, the well worn page held close to the squinting eye, senses wrack’d. Darkness at the strings demise hosts your fear Olo; three yards, or two twitched to signal here to howling gnolls’ den? Halted, silent, the warriors breath now hitched to th’ yarns breadth: two [...]

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