The Fallen Knights Of Darkness
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A young man awakens in a room of barren grey walls, where he sits in the middle seemingly alone, with no memory of where he was or how he got there. He only has the small voice in his head and pain that consumes him, as the only keys to his identity.
This is a story I wrote years ago and to this day hadn't really had the will to finish. It was based on a dream I had, so I hope it makes sense.
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