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The Perished

  • The Perished- Prologue

    Prologue My eyes widened as he yanked a familiar knife from his leather boot. A murderous look came across his face. I gasped at the sight of it, terror filling ...

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The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening