Wednesday, July 9, 2008
“The tables are turned, the milk is spilled
The past is vanishing fast” I felt my throat contract and with all my powers I managed to clear it without breaking the song – I had to stay cool, stay quiet, stay in the shadows, for I knew they might be looking for me. Or maybe they were just guarding Anthor. But even if they didn’t suspect I was... Sign in
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