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Gaucho (Undead) (Prose 3)

Night fall. Something is stirring in the village streets. A restless horse brays outside of a lit dwelling. A message of utmost importance has been crafted. Its delivery cannot wait till sun rise and the messenger must ride over the … Continue reading

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