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It was cold in the lowest level of the temple to Moog. But so was everything else in that northern-most Sphere of Pluto. The dungeonesque room was a good place to keep an errant son as he is nursed of his punishing wounds. 531 more words
By the morning after the Charon massacre the only people feeling cheery were the drunk ones. Some of these had been intoxicated before the Warden attack, lucky enough to remain blissfully ignorant of the killings. 524 more words
There are times in one’s life when one finally listens to the advice of one’s father. This was not that time.
Ra brushed fingers along a swollen, oozing lip. 476 more words