The Traveller’s Tales
TwoThere is a ruin that stands upon the moor. You have seen it, though you may not have sought it out. Taken by time, and the creeping heather, its physical form is all but lost. It has a voice, however, and that voice lives on - wailing and twisting across the purple heath. Oh, you humans - so entrapped you are by the
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He knew he shouldn’t have loved her, but this thought seemed thoroughly irrelevant in the face of such iridescent wonder.
This is a great line.
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