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84th Letter
I’ll be honest. I fear she is lost in the dark. I fear she has no clue as to how to escape it. And because she is lost, it explains why she has not come back. My poor Luna. Destiny seems like she’s done what she’s needed to. I saw her just before. But that…
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83rd Letter
Damned Destiny! Leave me alone! I overheard news from above again. It’s almost as if the Angels above are purposely whispering this around me. Of course they are! You know how you angels above love to be. Sprinkling little signs here and there for all of us down here. This time the news was about…
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82nd Letter
To my dear Sweetheart, Maybe a man should say that an angel above has passage to a man’s thoughts. Maybe an angel above has not realized that yet. Her thoughts keep a man awake at times. It would be relieving for a man if an angel above knew this notion. And maybe a man should…
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Hotel Mysteria 001 – The Youth of Music
He reminded me of Grandpa and how he used to always be so fussy and careful with his piano, especially after we played on it.
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80th Letter
To my… What has happened to me this past long while? A knight has much to relearn about these duties. I cannot say I’ve enjoyed the flow. And not that there is anything wrong with the flow at all, rather I’ve forgotten how to sail along with these winds. Or should I say, I’ve forgotten…
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The Seventh Chapter – Young Volition
The table was full of cut up fruit. On plates were sliced crunchos, wedges of red citranges, palm-crunchos cut open in half, pink tangoes, and bunches of dark blue plops. Meats and breads were harder to come by, but it didn’t matter. Sweet foods were the best. At the end of the table stood a…
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The Sixth Chapter – Grey
“Weren’t you scared?” Vison stared at Scaplo, a little petrified at hearing the griffin’s ordeal. “A little,” Scaplo seemed nonchalant. “But that’s just what happens on duty.” “But they hurt you,” the young boy protested. “And they tied you up.” Arthor rolled his eyes at his little brother’s gentleness. Was he always such a worry…
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The Fifth Chapter – A Ride to a Far World
The old man didn’t want to sign my travel log. I told him, as I’m required to, that Courier Griffins promise to reimburse – that means to pack back – any travel fees accumulated – or built up. He understood what I was saying. He told me he sold pumpjacks at the Hurley Agora. I…
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