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The stranger's looking at me, or
rather, his eyes seem to drift through where I stand. They are eyes of cold indifference, the look
of someone ..
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In a village on the brink of starvation, all that matters is the Harvest Moon Tribute.
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To
some, the forests along the path to Edo were a tranquil verdant display of
thick undergrowth, majestic cypress, and lush moss-covered stones..
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“Hurry, we’re going to miss it!”
Why does she have to always nag? I’m hurrying as fast as I
can… Besides, I wo..
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The world’s end…
A realm which lies not so much at the
ends of the earth, but rather in the limits of man’s understanding.
..
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of the War-God
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“You
are sick”
Athashea
smiled weakly at the simple words, words she had heard so many times, words
that felt more disconnecte..
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Entropy:
The degradation of matter and energy to an ultimate state of inert uniformity;
a process of degradation or running down or a trend to disor..
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Absurdist surrealism, somewhere between satire and allegory, comedy and horror. Definitely an odd one.
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Have you desired something so
desperately, that for just a moment of bliss, you would gladly give up your
soul? Such was the conclusion which ..
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