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"The world breaks everyone and afterward,
Many are strong at the broken places."
-Ernest Hemingway
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I don't remember how I began writing this piece. It was just something of an oddity, I admit. Somehow, somewhere, all at once, I found myself pouring down the words on crippled paper, and I didn't understand what it was until after I had written. The expressions emerged from sophistication, I suppose; but even I can't make myself believe it.
I have always fascinated in the ways of the old. Perhaps it was dreams, or ideals, or just simply a longing for what I wanted that created this illumination, its delicate fragments scrapped on paper. But how it happened does not matter now; what does is that you read the words.
Maybe not everything seems clear, but I promise- it will in the end.
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Counting Lies
Historical Fiction"Don't you think its a bit bold of you to be questioning me when you're clearly at a disadvantage, little thief?" "Presumptuous of you to assume I don't have a fistful of knives hidden within my garments, my lord." When a borderline bandit finds a...