The Afterdeath of Book - kind of a fan-fiction

[loregiver]

The last hit, I knew, would be my last; and it was. The flames of the burning hand that pounded so coldly against my breaking frame sent the smell of stinking flesh into the air for but a moment. And I fell into a pile of ash. I could feel it, you know. I could feel the slow spidery feeling of my limbs rotting and falling away in an

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[faeness]

Ohhhhhhh my god, write more!!!