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Join The Hunt

DaylightFatigue

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DaylightFatigue

"The gift from the gods, it is here!"The young girl whispers. A bundle  of silver-white blankets floats down from the sky. 

There was silence as the leader grasped the bundle. 
"Thank you," the chief said, breathless. 
"Take care of the child,"a wonderfully sweet and gentle voice said. No one could tell where it came from, but it filled the air with happiness. 
The wind blew sharply, parting the blankets around the young girl. 
The child laughed, a happy, sweet sound, and things seemed better. 
So much better...Tous Droits Réservés

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Chapter 1
ven., déc. 11, 2015

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Chapter 1
ven., déc. 11, 2015

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