Gloom | VI

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The hurricane grew near, like a prowling wolf. It had the disposition to consume what lay ahead. The hurricane was a living being, a god. It's the epitome of madness and it now comes quicker, hurriedly. It was as though, an unstoppable being. An insurmountable force which becomes a vast nemesis. They don't see it coming, but the hurricane grins devilishly knowing no one is prepared. The maelstrom approaches, and the new chapter commences.


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