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Around the flame, the people of the village dance. Dressed head to toe in colorful clothing, dresses stained with the juices of fruits and berries. Th..
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Chapter 15
As another morning
rises, the sun’s rays again warm Carlucious’ bones to stir him from sleep. His
room filled ..
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Chapter 16
“Live this life my
son. Live this life my son.” The woman bathed in blood now whispers toward
Khan, in bla..
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Chapter 17
Stepping
out of the cave, Khan insists he steps out first. He waits for his eyes to
become comfortable with the sun&rsquo..
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Chapter 18
“Say
that again.” Khan walks back toward Julia, quickly, long strides.
“Carlucious,
was Genera..
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Chapter 19
Carlucious glides
down his palace steps as two guards stand in front a man whose face remains
hidden by a hood. “And..
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and here i lay.sit.and stew.completely devoid of inspirationpassion.feeling.i am the hollow ghost of a once great medicine man.shaman....devil.it's ni..
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a little boy, frightened by the sight of his own shadow, retreated to his room one late afternoon. after a long hot summer day of riding bikes up and ..
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