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Let me in, the voice cried softly, from outside the wooden door. Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance, blood stained the icy wall of the shore. I’m the only one left, the storm took them all, he managed as he tried to stand. The tears ran down his face. Please, it’s cold.

  1. starsnostars posted this
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