The wind rattles beneath the thickness of overcast as foreboding silence hangs by a frayed thread, mere seconds away from snapping in two. Suspended in a space between calm and calamity, Broadvir murmurs, "So be it, 'til cursed tales of old see the last of us fall."
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Tales of the Hollow Heart
FantasyHey guys! This is DEFINITELY still in progress. Posting is going to be a bit slower though because I'm busy with work and ~ boring adult responsibilities ~. Thank you for your patience and, as always, I appreciate the support! <3 Born in the peac...
