jeudi 12 décembre 2019

The mistake and the correction

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Iris Wildthyme is at it again! No, not the booze; well, yes, the booze, but still. That's not the important bit. She's going through the stars in that bus of hers, talking to (what seems to be) air, when the thud of a lifetime shifts the bus out of it's set path. At first she'd become a tad bit angry, but then she noticed the bits of broken blue wood floating around the space outside the windows.

Words: 498, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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