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The Dream Fireworks explode above the hills, Filled with trenches and men. Slowly music drifts over the ridge… Soft and sweet men smell h..

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Prologue His name is Maxillius Morticus, the first son of Mortian Morticus the Brave, and the great grand son of the only knight of the old roun..

“So did you hate me?” She asked me as I lounged on my bed staring at the ceiling. “What do you mean?” I said seriously pon..

The Mannequin By Mark Powell I In a quiet town, in a quiet store, there lived a plain white mannequin. Once a week a store employee would cha..

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