And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose — Larul Andrews
And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose — Larul Andrews
And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose — Larul Andrews
And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose — Larul Andrews
And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose — Larul Andrews
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And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose I shall write the stories it tells.

— Larul Andrews
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