It’s been a slow day for the ticket clerk.
Hi I'm Kyle.
My Dearest Sun,
December First xxxx
If it wasn't for the setting sun, one might think this road twists on forever. Perhaps the idea of an eternal winter has captured my mind enough to put it at ease. There's nothing more I could do besides letting my mind wander. Even so, it is a dangerous pastime. Such things turned the gods mad, after all.
Ping, clank, ping, clank—iron hitting iron, heat meeting meal, sizzling embers, hissing smoke as heat being extinguished—these sounds are what drove him in a daze down the crowded streets and into the shelter of the smithy’s shop; from the busy, deafening atmosphere to the somewhat quieter sounding workplace.
You hunger, yet call me brother; you snarl, though call me kin.
He said, Dear one, it is merely the unfortunate consequence of our species.
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