I remembered waking up and looking at the dull gray and dusty ceiling mural, peering down at me in the dim light. It had been dusty from ages of weathering or from, centuries since someone dusted off the falling particles of gray. Everything was abandoned but the structure was still strong.
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The Blue Flames And Rusted Swords
FantasyWhen a boy is kidnapped by someone who has no clear intentions with him other than to put his qualities to the "test," he must find a way to escape his kidnappers. But along the way, he discovers his dreams to be another thing that he must uncover...
