Death hadn’t knocked; he just set down opposite me,

Have you ever wondered where your talent came from? Have you ever wondered how you received your special traits? I know.

Richard Rigor stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hooded sweatshirt and continued to walk slothfully through the lonely streets of the small town

The Harridan sighed heavily as she looked into the glass of the ominous crystal ball, seeing the young boy with sandy brown hair and sage green eyes (Please leave comments so I may improve)

Teaser.

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