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The Man Who Had No Home Ch. 2The Man Who Had No Home Ch. 2The Man Who Had No Home Ch. 2
The forest canopy was low and not so dense that the early morning sunlight was blocked. It was really a spectacular sight for anyone who thought of the outdoors with even a modicum of reverence. The hushed sounds of small woodland animals skittering away from the heavy footsteps in underbrush. It was a good morning, no hassle, no hurry, no danger. Czan had stayed a bit ahead of his charges for awhile, scouting the area, looking for any signs of issue on the trail, making sure no hostile animals were about. He stayed away in truth because he
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The Man Who Had No Home Ch. 1 He grew up far away from where he now was, his life had begun too long ago now. He was once no different than any mortal ever had been, an average man thrown into above average consequences. Born more than 150 years prior to the events now transpiring he was tired of life, far too tired of it really. His name was known to very few and he walked a solitary path through a world that had only come into being a short time ago, compared to the world he was familiar with anyways. But now this world too had grown familiar. He had no new things to see orThe Man Who Had No Home Ch. 1
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The WorldThe WorldThe World
The World stretches outward multiple angles converging. Shots ring out around us. Sounds constantly surging. Life ends in pretty ways. Death begins a new. If life and death are one. I wonder which are you? Each person but a side. We each a coin do share. Finding that flip to ourselves, everyone's cross to bare. Loneliness runs deep. Pride is far too shallow. The earth beneath me trembles. This ground remains un-hallowed. Sounds about us silence. In hushed tones speaks the dark. It stands to watch me move. In
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Somewhere to RoamThe man stood now on a precipice. He was confused by many things he had seen the last few years. Each new experience had left him more and more bitter, and here and there maybe just a hint of sweetness. Life was not this mans friend, death wasn't either it seemed. Every time he thought of death it only served to strengthen his longing for life. The need he had for someone or something to hold grew nearly every day. Why he couldn't find either was a constant disappointment. Life wasn't really bad for him, just not what he wanted. Was it ever for anyone thouSomewhere to Roam
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