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Winter Cocoa

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Put Your Heart In It

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Swim Like A Bird

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An American Story

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The Legend of Caedo, title

The Legend of Caedo

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Velan Prelude: Vignette from Revoked Ascendancy

The scent of pine fluttered through my nose as I hurtled through the forest. Moonlight occasionally peaked through the canopy of shifting boughs, but not enough to illuminate the root-choked floor I was traversing. The smell of wet moss, an odor of slight rot mixed with desperate renewal, rose to meet me as I neared the stream. I could hear it, the water rushing between the rocks, and also the panting snarls and slapping feet of my pursuers. The thrill of the chase, it had been nearly a year since I’d felt quite this alive. I vaulted a fallen tree, my fingers just barely sinking into its decaying bark, and as I slipped between two bould

Revoked Ascendency

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Phoenix Spirit

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Your Albatross

I would be your albatross if you ask it of me I have flown these oceans and soared upon the breeze I would be your albatross I could be your guide to take you where you need to go safely through the tide I’m the mighty albatross I see you in your ship A captain of your soul you say or a corpse within a crypt Would you strike me down? hang me about your neck? I could be your talisman I could be your wreck But lo the sea’s so beautiful it’s water tastes so clean the sun glistens in the many hues of clear aquamarine Oh I would be your albatross I would join you for a time So steer your ship, where you will as you float abo

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Orion

Contest Winners

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Velan Prelude: Vignette from Revoked Ascendancy

The scent of pine fluttered through my nose as I hurtled through the forest. Moonlight occasionally peaked through the canopy of shifting boughs, but not enough to illuminate the root-choked floor I was traversing. The smell of wet moss, an odor of slight rot mixed with desperate renewal, rose to meet me as I neared the stream. I could hear it, the water rushing between the rocks, and also the panting snarls and slapping feet of my pursuers. The thrill of the chase, it had been nearly a year since I’d felt quite this alive. I vaulted a fallen tree, my fingers just barely sinking into its decaying bark, and as I slipped between two bould

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Fox News

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Minecraft Zombie Apocalypse

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2016 Calendar

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C4: Musk

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Magma Stock

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