\"Thanks, Mike. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. His heart hammered in his chest. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. And, besides, she didn’t just immediately want to make her attempt. You don’t understand.
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