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The sun rise shone through the window, lighting up the dust dancing around the room. King Roland sat in his large goose feather bed, the sheets and duvet folded in his lap. Advisors stood around him with hushed faces, looking everywhere but the king himself. In his prime, his majesty had ruled the kingdom… Continue reading Long Live the Queen
Storms draw something out of us that calm seas don't. - Bill Hybels The only sound was the crash of the bloody waves on the stained shoreline and the cry of the seagulls circling overhead. Pieces of wood littered the foreign beach, the only remainder of the beautiful ship they used to be. The sole… Continue reading There’s a storm brewing somewhere
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