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Immortals
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement mars 09, 2018
"If only my bag wasn't so heavy," I muttered, "It wouldn't take me as long to get there." I sighed heavily and quickened my step. 
	It was starting to drizzle out and my hair was stuffed back into my hood, I'm gonna look great when i get to school. I thought lazily as I continued walking in the frigid air. 
	I felt around in my pocket for the necklace that i had placed in there this morning. I had found it lying on my dresser with a note from someone that I had never met before, and it was addressed to someone named the Maiden Immortal, whoever that was....
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