FICTION
He looked for her eyes, and saw only dark unfathomable orbs, which made her beauty all the more terrible and desirable.
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The young monk smiled, touched his forehead to the ground, and quietly departed.
“Could have been a narrative poem, but attention spans and patience aren’t what they were.”…
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