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The night blessed me, my eyes adjusted easily to her darkness. The world
was barren in her witching hour, the wind picked at my bare skin,
piercin..
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F**k this wretched city.
Her walls taunt me. No matter how high I climb, her walls
seem endless, rising higher still than infinity itself. There..
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It's a glimmer, a glint always just
outside the corner of my eye. It follows me whenever I go, I see it in
the morning fog each day, I pass it on ..
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The trees surround me, crouched in the
blackness. Her presence is ever reassuring. I pull the string back,
aiming down my line of sight. They stan..
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The firelight encompasses them all, the
smell of the roasting buck is slowly filling the air. It's cold, we've
been traveling north for days, week..
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They used to
tell stories of the great ships that traversed the seas, living without
the need for land, traveling whichever way the wind would blo..
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The night itself seemed restless, lacing winter winds down her spine, as
the branches overhead shook with their caress. No amount of layering
coul..
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I
hate funerals; too many strangers telling the family, telling me that
it was a beautiful service. What’s so beautiful about celebrating
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