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No more shadows

What exactly is it?

He sat in the western tower room, a blank piece of paper before him. Beside it rest a silver dinner knife, left over from dinner. A low rumble b..

"He crept to the barred window. No one knew the center steel was loose." Who would have thought him a noble?

Life is all sorts of continuous circles.

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