Anthem Of The Lonely - Act 1: Corridors Of Time
**anthem of the lonely - corridors of time** by dexdor chapter 0 the night held a unforgiving chill, even through the thick stone walls of the large building.
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Shiro and his friends traveled the corridors of time that led to the islands heart. marked with transparent glowing runes; words left behind by ancient builders, they spoke of avalon's long history. of the founding.
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'i'd really like to talk to her,' she thought, then willed herself to the corridor of time. the hall was empty. she groaned, then turned to a nearby door.
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Back within the corridor of time, ibiza cupped her paw over her snout as the doorway to the school momentarily disappeared. hera stood nearby. ibiza cast her a sideways glance, "what's going to happen?" "pardon?" "don't patronize me!
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Her book as passed down through the endless corridors of time, granted her special ability to which she used for friends, foes, and farm profits. i was told of her liking me, and then too, her young mare wanting me as her mate.
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Perhaps understanding the weariness of the ancient titans, mayalee carried home the dozen maple leaves that she would add to her growing collection of mementoes gathered from along the corridors of time.
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Penny continued her journey back along the corridors of time, to the great river elbe, and a rough and rocky road upon which a yellow sedan jounced and tumbled; "ugh!" rosemary barter chuffed, "this rattling is killing my back!"
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Now back within the corridor of time, ibiza cupped her paw over her snout as the doorway to the school momentarily disappeared. garland stood nearby. ibiza cast her a sideways glance, "what's going to happen?" "pardon?" "don't patronize me!
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Perhaps better understanding her dragon's motives, mayalee carried home the dozen maple leaves that she would add to her growing collection of mementoes gathered from along the corridors of time.