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Doom crossed the threshold, carrying the ash of other worlds in his wake.

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The great White Queen towered above her, the bass of its century-etched flank reverberating through the vaulted tomb as it eased in and out.

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These days, his vision constricted and swam as the light cooled and faded.

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The marsh was different nowadays.

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He was afraid.

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They laughed and jeered as she cried and screamed from behind the locker door.

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There were gaps in the roiling mist, which swirled around the jagged cemetery teeth that cut through its bulk.

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I suppose I thought that if I kept screaming, louder and louder, that the sound would drown out the burning.

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The decades had made the little town forget, and they were happy to.

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As if to a rain-slicked bough, the shower of blossoms clung to the inky shadow as it reared upwards.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Doom crossed the threshold, carrying the ash of other worlds in his wake.	4
The great White Queen towered above her, the bass of its century-etched flank reverberating through the vaulted tomb as it eased in and out.	4
These days, his vision constricted and swam as the light cooled and faded.	4
The marsh was different nowadays.	4
He was afraid.	4
They laughed and jeered as she cried and screamed from behind the locker door.	4
There were gaps in the roiling mist, which swirled around the jagged cemetery teeth that cut through its bulk.	4
I suppose I thought that if I kept screaming, louder and louder, that the sound would drown out the burning.	3
The decades had made the little town forget, and they were happy to.	3
As if to a rain-slicked bough, the shower of blossoms clung to the inky shadow as it reared upwards.	3