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ByronJones3
Jun 07, 2018 06:34PM
All through an empty place I go,And find her not in any room;The candles and the lamps I lightGo down before a wind of gloom. Thick-spraddled lies the dust about,A fit, sad place to write her na...View all Conversations
Stories by ByronJones3
THE DEMON WHO OWNS A GARDEN
There is tales of a demon who had arisen from hell centuries ago, living in the plains near to the castle of...
(ON HIATUS FOR AWHILE) Risk of Re...
The contact light had been missing for many years before the captain of the safe travels got the distress sig...
THE CHARRED SCRIBES (a rapture cra...
A series of scribes written by someone known as the caretaker... what could this mean?
(Final chapter writing...