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Post by sameal on Oct 1, 2008 19:53:13 GMT -5
Dain sat on the edge of the stopped gear in the clock tower. He wondered why he had gone and force his soul into a situation like this. Was it for a more exciting life? Or was it fate...? As he continued his thinking of his life, the gear thumped. It began turning. ~Strange... it hasn't moved in years...~ Dain thought as he got up and walked to the center so he wouldn't fall to another gear. He liked his perch on the gear.
He sat back down in the middle of the gear. He wondered when the sign for the caliber would come to him. He was strong wasn't he. This wrath sin within wasn't going to not kill him on his least favorite day. He sighed. Maybe he would go and look himself. But he had no guide to find it. No shard of soul edge. His soul was in a mix.
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