As old age heaps, the mind
meanders back to all the
haunts, reviving the past. The
innocent days before the vile
corruption, the resurrection of
kind and mindful days where
colors were bright and the light
glistened in
As the bell tolled, resounding, it also told, of the death of the fallen Hero. His last quotidian day on earth and the detritus of memo...
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