Journey Into the Night — Fantasy Raconteur

The cold wind was howling, and its wretched song seemed to reflect what was going on inside my soul. As the flock of hollow-eyed crows veiled the sky, I knew it was the end. Nothing constrained me, but I was captive; my brother would make sure the wheatfield stretched out forever from where I was standing, so […]

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