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I found myself once again in strange surroundings. Wicked trophies adorned the walls, a glowing ember lay not far from a used furnace. Leath..

Perhaps it was merely an illusion for upon a second glance, there remained no note. Nothing to remind him of a stranger. So, he put it to t..

He stared at the horizon, the prison to his back. He climbed down the rock-face onto the plains. There he found it. Stretched wider then..

I saw him lying there; asleep. His face contorted with Pain. Restless he dreamt. It pained me to see one in such a condition. A shell of a m..

“I suppose none of them really are my family as one could understand, but, by what I could remember, however little, they were to me a..

Mathias felt trapped in this city. He made his way to the gates to be stopped by the guards. They did not impair his progress as he climbed ..

A biography.