Illusory Illustrations- sitting on the throne with a twist...
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sat, Feb 7, 2015
“A verdant vast field, with a crowd that stood mesmerized-the ring of glory-crown of royalty-all to be seen as he stood at a high level peering down at the crowd in pride!”
Anyways, back to reality.
Danny’s eyes, paralysed before his hand-he was left motionless. Even the dark shadow that jumped back on the wall, as the sunlight squeezed through the window, wasleft dark, and frozen…
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