Me, casually putting dates on chapters to make sure everything adds up going forward: “Wait. This can’t be right. Allard didn’t do anything for an entire day. People are dying. I think I need to reinspect the plot flow here.”
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Acedia
There is no darkness as rises with noon, When spring winds blow gentle and clouds run free. Yet the calm air slips out of reach too soon, Leaving neither cold nor warmth within me. Find Read more…
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