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My heart, the mistress of the seas was in some very mysterious waters-- the mountain named by the builders of heaven-- a place ain solitude, kol community. My heart, this red f
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In the cool summer evening I lay, the asphalt of the basketball court warm against my back, and the endless explosion of stars spread out before me. I sigh contentedly and reac
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The eyes are the window to the soul.
So many have said this to me; these words that repeat on their own accord. So many have contributed their wisdom in the form of the same -
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It was a story.
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I kicked the boulder and scowled as my toe stung from the collision. I was in my backyard, a place for revelation and isolation in times of childlike glee. I had spent hours on
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Me woke up when the clock said 11:33. He lay in bed for a minute, then rolled over and stumbled over to the radio. Switching it on, he groa
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Chapter 1
Alice lay dozing in the woods, propped up against an ancient oak. She slept lightly, and so was woken by the tiny rustle of leaves made by the 14-year-old boy as h -
Prologue
The boy was seven years old at the time. In the cellar, near the main fireplace, he could be seen standing next to his twelve-year-old brother.
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