Due to the unpopular nature of "Little Black Raincloud," we're starting a new story tonight.
UNTITLED #16
PART ONE
John opened his eyes. His room reflected the city outside: gloomy, dark, and a luring invitation to sleep until the safe dawn. The putrid smell of the city wafted through his door. He sighed and breathed in, chest expanding,
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I'll meet you on deck.
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Two minutes.
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A bard.
Why can I not escape your kind, even here?
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