Recently Sam had just been having the most awful luck when he was trying to help people; he was beginning to wonder if he had upset some spirit or deity (moreso than usual) and been cursed as a result. The chairs fell apart, the table knocking it's books nearly crushed him, the air was full of horrendous smelling spores...and he revealed what looked like a murder scene on the floor. Samuel
He took a step but then felt tired
He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child |
[PQ] Home Is Where the Books Are
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