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raxeira [on hold]
Short Storyshe waned and waxed like light filtering through a window, chained to nothing but a fate of drifting. he, boy of tragedy and curses, could only grasp for her warmth. he floated on the waves of fate -- still no home in sight. she the goddess and he...
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