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Little Redbreast {1}
Witness the days of solitude nibble away at his mind. Reality walks out of his vision and hindsight is just the dark and the whispers of the corpses. He turns ...
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Little Redbreast {2}
The moon, dazed, drops bitterly into its grave. A golden globe emerges behind the horizon like a dying comrade suddenly springing back to life. Shadows beg at the roots of ...
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Little Redbreast {3}
This is, er, weird. I'sd be interested in any ideas you might have; are you following what's going on here? Thanks! Any thoughts are, of course, very welcome indeed. ---- ...
