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  • Fantasy Short Stories Re: Cold Shivers

    Cold Shivers Prolouge The tramp rubbed his hands together, above the fire. The flames jumped up, and lightly tickled his palms. He stared up at the night sky, his hazel ...

    Oct 12, 2008


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