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The Letter
The Letter The day bleeds into night and the night into mornings, But the thought of you never leaves my head. The dates on the lily valle...
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The Letter The day bleeds into night and the night into mornings, But the thought of you never leaves my head. The dates on the lily valle... -
Crown Of Lies- III The throne room was colder now—not from winter’s bite, nor from the failing of the great hearths that usually blazed ... -
Reflection of the Damned Jennifer stood at the edge of the old cabin’s porch, clutching her grandmother's shawl around her shoul...
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