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The hazy blur of smoke clouded my vision; the sweet nectar-like smell of sherry stung my sinus’s. The array of faces around me, all wrapped up in their cozy lives.
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It was on a chilling November night that the beginning of the miserable life I gave began. Midnight was the hour I worked and pushed to, 1763’s winter was cruel and rain hammer
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"Faceless, limbless, voiceless, mutterers.
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