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MoonlightThe pale disc of the moon sent a stream of dim light through the gauzy curtains illuminating room for Iah. Her dark blue eyes changed to black as her pupils grew in size to absorb the dim light and see what others could not. This is what she was trained for; this was the will of her goddess. The room was flooded with the musty scent of incense, the bite of spices and the earthy scent of stone and dust. She could hear the hiss of wind, the deep flickering of the torches in the hallway, and the slight scuffling sound of the guards leather sandals against the polished floor.Moonlight
Iah didnt know why she was sneaking through th
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| I am as my friend said honest and fair but dark and disturbed. |
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Note to self: acquire a giant robot, which in turn, will make up for your personal feelings of inadequacy!
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If saints were potatoes.
I'd be a French fry.
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Note to self: acquire a giant robot, which in turn, will make up for your personal feelings of inadequacy!
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If saints were potatoes.
I'd be a French fry.
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If saints were potatoes.
I'd be a French fry.
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If saints were potatoes.
I'd be a French fry.
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