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The House where the Black Mass Lives
Any feedback would be much appreciated!
Poetry
Realistic ยท Narrative
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When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind