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Quietus

  • Short Story » Fantasy, General Re: Freedom

    The price paid for freedom. The thought floated drearily through Aria's mind as she stood quietly, the dank, dark wind sluggishly sweeping through her hair. Aria wrapped her cloak tighter ...

    Aug 14, 2007


You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man.
— Dallas Winston, The Outsiders