For it fit so seemlessly into place, that he wondered whether he himself was but a piece in a grand design.
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Fragment
Blood was in the ground. Stale and old, but somehow still pulsing with power to her touch. It teased her, taunted her, fluttering across her senses like a dream. This was the end.
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Ahoy Thar Shipmaet! We be sailin' t3h failboat seas!
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Ahoy Thar Shipmaet! We be sailin' t3h failboat seas!