For so long I just sat there. And what to make of it. No hunger no thirst just time lost to the tower. Strange, I can see that now. I did wonder what the next day would bring, if it ever came around. Thinking that maybe I was just sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, perchance dreaming it all.
Sunday
Chapter XIII - Lost time at the tower
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Rasmus Lasthein
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8:31 PM
Etiketter: Illustrated novel, Journey, Mirage, Steam Punk, To the coast

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You write very well.
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