The person who ruined his life was standing right in front of him, but he could do nothing now. It was too late for action. He was the cause of all his miseries and misfortunes. 99 more words
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Once upon a time there was a village called Little Addle, and Little Addle lay at the crossroads between three great realms.
The great wilderness to the north of Little Addle called itself Ysenlond and was a land of dark, deep woods and tumbling streams in narrow gorges and ice-covered mountains, and there was no king in that northern land, but every man had to look to himself for his welfare. 4,085 more words