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come back :(

Dude @ShyGuySamurai, Don’t miss this meme, so funny: 
          https://sites.google.com/view/6ju4j4j23?q=890169

Hi,I was wondering if you would be willing to read what I have thus far on the story I am working on. I would like to get some criticism and thoughts to think about as I finish the first draft.

Hey, can you pls vote 12 parts of my story and I will do the same yours
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/374283876?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Johnvin_7
          
          
          

I am torn between rewriting Nagan or rewrite it after I finish the whole Broken Time Series.
          
          On one hand, lore in Nagan doesn’t match the rest of the series. Either that, or I can’t add the lore I want because I need to rewrite the first book for it to make sense. But if I rewrite Nagan now, it’s going to delay the final book for quite a long time.
          
          Thoughts? Suggestions? Preferences?

Idk how much longer I’m gonna stay active on Threads, but so far I’m having fun over there! If anyone’s interested in mildly humorous/unhinged thoughts and stories, my username’s shyguy_samurai

So, Nagan began taking matters into his own hands.
          
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          Nagan raised the knife and held it to Master Erswell’s neck. Oh, how easy it would be to simply…let it slip.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/323752092-heresy-broken-time-series-book-three

But Carvolier was no longer his home, and he was growing tired of the Council of Thirds.
          
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          The words froze Master Dagmire where he stood. He had been at war long enough to know when he shouldn’t have his back to something in the room. Every nerve in his body screamed that there was something dangerous behind him. As a visceral reaction, he twisted around, only to be met with something he never thought he would be faced with himself: the eyes of a snake.
          
          This was not the boy he taught all those years ago.
          
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          One day till

He continued rising through the ranks, fighting for the day peace could reign at last.
          
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          Qentor laid a comforting hand on Nagan’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
          
          “Meixong isn’t keeping you here. No one will oppose them if they release you.”
          
          “This is my war. I should finish what I started,” Nagan said, the fatigue he felt seeping into his voice. “What happens once this war is over, I don’t know, but I guess I’ll figure that out when the time comes. Until then, it's best I stay here.”
          
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          Two days till

Two years had passed since that fateful day; the day that firmly marked the end of his youth.
          
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          “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I think we should go back. My mother has been sending me letters, asking me to come home—asking us to come home—and I think it’s time we start adjusting back to normal life.”
          
          “Back to normal?” Nagan asked incredulously. “Az, you know we can’t just—go back. We’ve already seen too much.”
          
          “I know, but I mean, don’t you think we’ve served enough?”
          
          “We’ve just lost Laurow, and we’re losing Hecatite as we speak!”
          
          “We lost our childhood for this!” Az scowled. “I think the Council has taken enough from us!”
          
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          Three days till