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Another longer snippet and reveal of Empty Pages: Stories from Wonderland

Jace’s flashlight beam cut through the dark, illuminating scattered leaves and broken signs. His breath caught in his throat, sharp and cold in the night air. He could feel the weight of the quiet pressing in from every side, something he was not fond of.

So, I been writing this and writing that, but what do they mean?

I'll explain in the article

A joke for no reason

Heart of an artist: an artist love and pain stories

Made by me

Sneak peak?

I'm going to say this from my heart,

so read the article, please