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...

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

"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...

"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...

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