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Fervent warriors come upon a field, A trickle of men storming the grassy abyss, prepared with shields upon their hearts and weapons ready at the finger tips. Their hearts oscillating to the war cries and to the sounding drummer's march. A prevalent threat casting shadows overhead; Awaiting the freedom bell and the open air, the men charge with their pens cocked and their ink basins filled to the brim.
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
Immolation