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    The Wings of Concord: Chapter One by Vestque

    “Would you like anything else? Another drink?”
    Jumping slightly, she peered over the rim of her half empty glass, murkily eyeing the imposing barkeep.
    “Nothing, thanks.” Her voice was nothin…

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    The Wings of Concord: Prologue by Vestque

    ...And that is why, when her sister did return, she would not be welcomed back with open arms. Instead she would feel the wrath of the sword she should have felt five years ago.

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    8 on the Prowl (Riddle Poem) by Vestque

    7 scorned years ago
    8 was on the prowl
    5 was dead, 6 was bled
    9 fell to the jowls
    Now, 1 did not fall victim           
    To the others’ fate so grim
    Instead he grabbed the 4
    And left tow…

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    Serenity by Vestque

    With the darkness of death still creeping from below
    A light, first a slit then a beam from above
    What is this light?
    What is this light that chases the darkness away?

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    To Exist. by Vestque

    Trickles.
    Trickles of Night through Waves.
    Does it make a damned bit of sense?
    Sometimes.
    But why?
    Sentiment is for the weak. Succulence is for the needy.
    Sin is for the wicked.
    And so i…

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