Clockwork Writing

� Souring sunbeams bring angels. Spectral fingers sprout from the sarcophagus, Lacing lines of night with grace. Fro..

Premonitions erupt from weathered fingertips. Wisps of midnight whip a laboring hurricane. The prophecy, a phoenix in the whirlw..

Watching the tides strike home the eagle lands upon the shore. The feathers of the wind bring the king of the canyon to..

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