Hermitcraftaft Stories

They sat atop the hill, close, but not quite touching. His voice rang out loud and clear, like a lightning strike on a clear day. "Grian, everywhere the light touch...

"The grass is greener over here, away from that of which he fears." "The grass is greener over there, of which the planet had to disappear." "Al...

"Credit to me where credit is due, For I am the one who started this place anew. I am the one they overlooked, And I am the one they didn't care about. I am the one...

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"That's the problem... They're dead."