His Final Darkly HoursHis Darkly Final HoursHis Final Darkly Hours
She didn’t believe in magic, yet he lived his life surrounded by it. How could she love him with the capacity she supposedly did if she had no idea the world he came from? Well no longer did he need to show her in these final hours of his… She understood all the puns and metaphors; they flowed like a river. He lay trapped in the eternal darkness slowly dying from the inside out and only now did she understand the agony of the priestess as she could do nothing for the despair of his mind… In fairytales the final hours are rested in peace, though his were much greater, so different, his f
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"are we wasting time, or is it wasting us?"
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"are we wasting time, or is it wasting us?"
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