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Poems Around the Campfire
« on: August 14, 2019, 10:02:36 PM »
Upon nightfall in the place known as Mist Camp - where the Vistani permit their passengers to rest. From the darkness, a severed callused hand suddenly appeared next to the campfire. The limp fingers crudely wrapped around a bloodsoaked quill, the point lying neatly upon a sheet of paper. The paper reads as such, for those that dared to approach...

"A Final Verse

His murderer, without mercy,
Betook his aim and bloody chance,
His empty heart now calm and healthy."

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Re: Poems Around the Campfire
« Reply #1 on: August 15, 2019, 08:07:01 PM »
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