Desolate, bright spirits
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indent “It happens from time to time,” he said nearly snidely, though still smiling. His peculiar companion might have been a philosophizer, one who roamed the desert and the mountains looking for truth, or reason, or the answers to life. That was how they all were, even if most of them did not seek such lofty goals. “So what brought you here?” He asked, leaving the question wide open. Why this church? Why this city? Why the Place of Lightning and Thunder? Why Bleeding Souls? Why Earth?






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