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Silver mist, rose mist, gold Three curses one must hold A girl dead, a boy bold Finding oneself is a soul sold --- Curious little thing, he was. The boy, merely 27 years of age, wore a borrowed sword, a bow and quiver, and a hidden pair of twin throwing knives. A ragged, old crack adorned his left cheek, frown lines marred his forehead, and his eyes were a muddied umber. Ordinary. That’s the word I chose as he stumbled on the fallen branches. He adjusted his sword. It did not suit him. It was too large, and he was too small. Still, he intrig...
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The air tasted sour that day. I just knew from the moment my eyes opened that it was an absolutely morose, burdensome, horrible, tumultuous, momentous in a bad-kind-of-way, day. I knew it when I woke up feeling the broken frame of my glasses jabbing my right side. As I reached my hand out and patted the sheets around me blindly to find the rest of my frame, I knocked down my table lamp, which resulted in a floor full of porcelain shards and a room full of curses.I took a deep breath and released it as a short sigh.Remembering the busy schedu...
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