I must cease and seize that silver-tongued anomaly razing, wasting, slaying every other waking hour, that I may escape its cruel and crooked claws before the kaleidoscope raised afore the mirror collapses the fragments back together.
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Story by MossySnow
Splinters of a Thousand Skies
Define your humanity, oh great council! Lieutenant Featherings is still alive. Our cause is each other and ou...
