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grants it. My true heir is dead. Not the only one, but the best one. I have no choice but to select his younger brother for the position of my crown, a position he's become quite -
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When the shop was broken into, Kevin unleashed his dark side. Never the kind and fluffy type, the monster prefers to scare intruders by placing toys into accusing positions. That's
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I hadn't yet realised that I was an elderly magician in robes. In fact, I'd just noticed the wooden stick I was leaning on. "Jeez, is this how you see me? "You are kinda old, Dad"
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An overlooked ray of hope in a cruel year that set the standard for those to come. I'd got my boots that very day, a gift from a cowboy uncle who I'd never seen. But they fit well
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I know her better than she knows herself. Despite her illusion of control, she has none. Every move made, I see. I see her reactions, her thoughts, the doubts that slowly creep in
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DEAD END read the rotted wooden sign at the end of the track. With the mist closing in, Henry knew that his path had doomed him. Night would come soon, and with barely any fuel in
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when I came from. Since I went into the machine, I couldn't remember a second beforehand. It concerned me that there might be others from that time that don't even know me anymore
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Barefoot, prowling through the dense woods, her souls numb to the aching of the litany of dying leaves. "The witching hour is soon..." she whispers again, letting her words linger.