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The Wanderer of the Night Chapter 1- Wings Of Black
by Chris SieIt was a cold day. I was sleeping on the Bench of what seemed to be a Carriage. I was Next to Three People, All Male. A Man with a cloth on him. Same with me. -
The Wanderer of the Night - Prologe
by Chris SieOn Days of Mourning the Night seems to have a chill to it, Like a Fire Stroked the Hands of Death. But on Days of Happiness the wind seems to blow the ways of death. But Today. There was nothing, I do not remember anything happening, I only know one thing. I am now A prisoner. Under whom? That is ...