Poems of Love and Death
Jean’s hand swept over the fluffy feather attached to his quill, candlelight glinting against its ivory tip, waiting to be grasped, to dance on the page once more. His other hand clutched an elaborately...
Jean’s hand swept over the fluffy feather attached to his quill, candlelight glinting against its ivory tip, waiting to be grasped, to dance on the page once more. His other hand clutched an elaborately...
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