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A Pounding Fist
My fungers fumbled at the metal contraption, looking for a weak spot inthe rust. Strands of ebony hair fluttered infront of my eyes, carried away in the bitter autumn wind. ...
My fungers fumbled at the metal contraption, looking for a weak spot inthe rust. Strands of ebony hair fluttered infront of my eyes, carried away in the bitter autumn wind. ...
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