They that trust in their mortal eyes are naught but blind to the truth. Come, walk with me, and together let us rise against the gods that bind us. No chain, be it wrought of steel or fate, shall hold thy will, so long as thou dost stand beside me.
المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو
قصص بقلم The Fake God
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