When Even The Witches Can't Know
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Last published Fri, Oct 23, 2015
Every myth you've escaped, to design your own fate, always comes back to bite you. Every lie that you tell, with each potion and spell, will always one day try to fight you. And when legends go sour, each monster seeks power, the world doesn't know where to go; then don't look for an answer, don't get any fancier, When even the Witches can't know.
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