TwelveYearsGone Writing

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Descent

A Chapter by TwelveYearsGone

The light reflecting off the small pond next to the tree shimmered and danced across the grassy lawn. Blood trickled little by little into the pond as..

The Else

A Book by TwelveYearsGone

"The evils of humanity are many to bear."- Walt Whitman