by DayCrescent 8069
A boy ran into the night looking for some where to hide he stumbles into a small cabin it look old and lost to time.But sometimes what looks lost is truly waiting. class is in session my little Nascent
| # | Title | Words |
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| 0 | A Voice | 0 |
| 1 | The Eyes | 0 |
| 2 | Study | 0 |
| 3 | Effort | 0 |
| 4 | A little Trip | 0 |
| 5 | Redecorating |
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