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Young Writers Society


Jalmoc


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About Jalmoc

A soul that has been lost in the night.


Interests

Going to that place where the heart can be happy.

Occupation

Student/Writer/Assassin


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights