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a story for now Cold air blast the weary traveler. His cloak barely holding onto the little warmth that had enveloped him. His mind blank or void of what had happened to him. A small village laid ahead of him a light from it felt so inviting that he knew that he had to go. As he approahed the front a masked figure flew out of what seemed to be a tree.a story for now by ~narutofan55
"What is your business here."shouted the figure.
"I am just a weary traveler looking to seek shelter, i have been battered by the harsh elments. The harsh winds of the desert, the void abyss of the sea, the endlesness of the sky, and the harsh ground benth our feet,"he said.
"Okay come on in i'll show you
Sta.sh
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“What’s the point in ever trying to be happy when the very pursuit of happiness is what makes you miserable.”.................