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  • The Dance of Nations (WIP)

    It was a dark room, for the most part. Except for the light that shed itself on the center of the room. One could almost smell the wood floors. And ...

    • Short Story
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  • The Dance of Nations (WIP)

    It was a dark room, for the most part. Except for the light that shed itself on the center of the room. One could almost smell the wood floors. And ...

    • Short Story
    3 min read


The ink in which our lives are inscribed is indelible.
— Helena 'HG' Wells, Warehouse 13