Sauntering to the courtyard where everyone is assembled at, Atlas continued blabbering and emphasizing the meaning of 'innocence' to his own innocence.
Until he catches his breath he lets his vision glide over the forest he knows as well as the back of his hand. A creek that doesn't freeze in the winter here, an old oak struck by the lightning there. By the foot of a hill opposite the valley he stumbled across a family of raccoons. On the other side of that hill lies the city. He squints and uses the tree he leans against to pull himself to his feet.
Homie is at it again. I hope this will be your year. The author has plenty of experience with video game novels so you can expect to be at the edge of your seat. I am looking forward to read more. The story is developing but I am already infested.
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