It happened again. I went and wrote a short piece of fiction. It’s nowhere near as grim as the previous one about Tuuli. In fact, it’s pretty much devoid of any kind of action or grimness whatsoever.
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It happened again. I went and wrote a short piece of fiction. It’s nowhere near as grim as the previous one about Tuuli. In fact, it’s pretty much devoid of any kind of action or grimness whatsoever.
