| nullimmortalis Dec 4 | As he wended his way through the endemic mists that coiled about the mountainside, the warrior thanked God that he had been able to negotiate the morasses along the upward path. His thigh boots still showed the signs of the clinging weed, like the remains of a consumptive giant's deep cough.Owen the Curd […] Read more of this post | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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