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Enigma
The land it did swallow upon itself in mourning and the sky keened. Surrounding farms refused their harvest and the workers of the land lay in misery of what befell the awesome fate of her gracious bounty. Without warning struck down and befouled, without reprise torn asunder. I hastily write these words in rememberance to the hideous sights beheld. I hope that if any come across this parchment, that signs be posted forevermore warning others of the dangers. Lest I be too late, the Gods pity thy soul! |
Author of this work: Dale Garnier-Wells
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