The Bard with no Song
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Last published Tue, Dec 3, 2019
Everything was white. White was everything. All he could see were his hands, floating in an infinite pool of white, and the piece of paper with light grey ink he could barely read. Scrawled across in perfectly lettered cursive were five words:
"You are prohibited from existence."
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Virgil Bard has been sentenced for a crime he didn't commit. Murder. Not just any murder, however, the murder of the President of Scrya. The true nature of the homicide remains unknown. Due to this, blame has fallen upon petty thief who ended up in the wrong place, in the very wrong time.
Will he be able to find his way out of the void he has been stuck in? Will he be able to clear his name? Read to find out.
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