The spider made his way through the darkened halls of the huge manor. His master had just fallen asleep, and he needed a breather from that child. Looking around, he sighed before he made his way out and into the garden, holding a finger out straight, a bird landed on it. "A sleeping bud blooms at its fullest.." He muttered before the bird flew away. Looking up at the stars, he smirked softly before running a hand through his hair. "and the fullest... will be soon."
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"Day into night, sugar into salt, living to dead, and silver into gold. That's what makes a Trancy butler."
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Story by Claude Faustus
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This is foolish don't you think? Couldn't you have asked me all of these at a time not convenient?
