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Damn, apparently that didnt work. Here's the rest hopefully. He reached the end of the path, a lookout over the city. Coughing, he sat down by a stone, placing his weapons at hand. He pulled out his last pack, and hit the pack against his palm, tamping the tobacco. Slowly, he drew one...

Hi everyone, In my Extension 1 we are doing some creative writing and I wanted some feedback from people who hadn't heard me talk about it. Thanks in advance. I don't have a title yet though. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning...