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[WP] There is no room for the simply exceptional.

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[WP] The year is 933. The Count's daughter has gone missing, and the village reeve is powerless to find her. The demand arrives; 100 pounds of silver. And from within the dimly-lit tavern, the private thief-taker listens to their plea.

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[WP] No dream is too small.

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[WP] I still miss you, you know...

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[WP] After a life filled with family and rich in love, and old dog lays down in her spot by the tree. With the sounds of her family's talk and laughter in her ears, she closes her eyes for the last time.

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[WP] No matter how hard we strive to delay, no matter how desperately we may wish it otherwise, everything ends.

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[WP] Hell's punishment for people who kill another is to force them to experience the lives of those left behind, to understand completely the consequences of their actions.

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[TT] A troll is going on stage in front of a crowd of humans, dwarfs, elves and goblins to perform their first comedy routine, and is a bit nervous.

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[WP] An author is using and reusing tired old tropes. Seriously, they are tired...so very tired, and they're meeting in a coffee shop to talk about what to do about it.

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[WP] Lizzie Borden took an axe, and gave her father forty whacks. When she saw what she had done, she gave her mother forty-one. And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is what I intend to prove to you today.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
[WP] There is no room for the simply exceptional.	9
[WP] The year is 933. The Count's daughter has gone missing, and the village reeve is powerless to find her. The demand arrives; 100 pounds of silver. And from within the dimly-lit tavern, the private thief-taker listens to their plea.	9
[WP] No dream is too small.	9
[WP] I still miss you, you know...	9
[WP] After a life filled with family and rich in love, and old dog lays down in her spot by the tree. With the sounds of her family's talk and laughter in her ears, she closes her eyes for the last time.	9
[WP] No matter how hard we strive to delay, no matter how desperately we may wish it otherwise, everything ends.	9
[WP] Hell's punishment for people who kill another is to force them to experience the lives of those left behind, to understand completely the consequences of their actions.	9
[TT] A troll is going on stage in front of a crowd of humans, dwarfs, elves and goblins to perform their first comedy routine, and is a bit nervous.	9
[WP] An author is using and reusing tired old tropes. Seriously, they are tired...so very tired, and they're meeting in a coffee shop to talk about what to do about it.	9
[WP] Lizzie Borden took an axe, and gave her father forty whacks. When she saw what she had done, she gave her mother forty-one. And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is what I intend to prove to you today.	9