As the world came crashing down around my feet, the peaceful bliss in the knowledge that no action of my own could have any consequence that could alter the corse of my history any feather than the debtor my life had already taken. A momentary sweat sense of serenity in my new eternal dismal existence of powerless obscurity.
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Author:
gameshark (
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- Category: Short story
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