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With October Eyes
The fingertips of gravity gripped steadily, and pulled heavily at my sword, shield, and extremities. As I crawled backwards through a crack beneath the waterfall. My sword, she bounced and sparked as I drug her by my side in a desperate hurry to escape the snarls and gusts, dripping wet and plague like. Flooding this hide away entombed by the most crystalline cascades. What an amicable sanctuary, if not for the stench and death piled in the corners and littering the air. I hid and shook for days. Like the teeth of a December cadaver. Wondering if he had gone, or plots my demise. The most foul of dragons, with October eyes. Teeth that pierce diamonds, eyes that devour hearts, I must slay this god of a beast, it is my prophecy.
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