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A Dark Prophecy
Why do i place ink to parchment?.. what choice do i have left. Bound by the words of a cursed promis more than 100 winters ago im am left with no more choices, no more chances to run, to hide away and pretend this had never taken place. Her words still fall across my chest like a thousand daggers ebbing their way to end my life...no... "She" would know about it, "She" would know the promis had been broken. So i sit here, a tiny candle lit room, the smell of old ancient books sweeping through my nostrils prepared to tell her story, the truth this time, no more li
by ~ArchAngel1982
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