breath frigid, stillborn;
beyond the tattered veil a
face like yours, but not.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Oooh, this gave me chills. Congratulations on your win, Raistlin!👏
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
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Oooh, this gave me chills. Congratulations on your win, Raistlin!👏
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊