Justin Andrus
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Scent of Winter (part 1.0)
Prologue Cold is all I felt, everywhere, the red stained snow lay sprinkled on my chest and surrounded me completely. My wounds completely frozen over and numbed, as I lay in the ice. My final hours growing shorter with every passing second. Usually it goes that, every person gets a dying wish, one last favor before there departure from the mortal world. But I haven't become blessed with that decision. The only thing that... (posted by Justin 3 years 130 days ago.)
Prologue Cold is all I felt, everywhere, the red stained snow lay sprinkled on my chest and surrounded me completely. My wounds completely frozen over and numbed, as I lay in the ice. My final hours growing shorter with every passing second. Usually it goes that, every person gets a dying wish, one last favor before there departure from the mortal world. But I haven't become blessed with that decision. The only thing that... (posted by Justin 3 years 130 days ago.)
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