The Traveler
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- Parts 8
Ongoing7m
Last published Wed, Jun 3, 2015
"Who are you?" "Who am I? I am Everything." "What?" "I am Everything. I am the ant you stepped on yesterday, I am the bullet that passed through your bone. I am what brought you here Mr. Randanaquiz." "I- I don't understand?" "You're dead."
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