A moment of silence settled over all of them. Then Velva broke it. __e are the hunter and the haunter, the haunted and hunted.___ut for what purpose?_ asked Sir Sun.__t is all for the same purpose, Timothy._ The empty that wish to be full.
Fire and ice licked at his soul__hispered his name__rawing him deeper into the enveloping pain and blackness as he__ dreamed earlier. He suddenly wished to return to the rippling stream. The water would wash away the blistering pain_the fire_the burn. He__ wade deeper_submit to the current_He__ let go_
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Fire and ice licked at his soul__hispered his name__rawing him deeper into the enveloping pain and blackness as he__ dreamed earlier. He suddenly wished to return to the rippling stream. The water would wash away the blistering pain_the fire_the burn. He__ wade deeper_submit to the current_He__ let go_
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