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  • Parasoul Prologue

    Prologue It’s a misty cold night. Footsteps crackle on dry leaves. The footsteps raced through the thick fog in the forest. The cold air filled her lungs. A woman, brown ...

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    • Fantasy
    2 min read


Be steadfast as a tower that doth not bend its stately summit to the tempest’s shock.
— Dante Alighieri