Laghart- Account of a dragon and its precious firestone
My neighbors said there was a ghost in the bungalow, that stood across my house.
Joyce's wife is missing, while a killer wanders in broad daylight.
Nothing breaks the pure force of Maron-at
My neighbor can move things without touching them.
This wasn’t the first time, though, that Mr. Sprint had fallen asleep in the bar; but usually there were more people
He sat under the maple, his shadow subsumed into the shadow of the aged tree; gazing at a sky lit by stars.
Muffat was sad, he had a life, but he didn’t have a story.
Problems are personal, disasters unite people.
Well, this story is not about me. It’s about a man and his misery, as all good stories are.
I witnessed it, the gunfire. Not that I cared, but I wanted to know more than anyone else who was responsible for it.
He wasn’t the only soul hunter, but he was the only soul hunter in the Tobin County.
He was running low on oxygen, but he somehow knew that… He’d make it.
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