08th Feb 2005
the last wizard
broken, bent, aged, worn… a wanderer hobbled into the village more dragging a heavy, gnarled walking staff than leaning on it. Gray streams of matted hair pressed his gnobby skull as dust rose from the unkempt robes with each wearied step.
broken, bent, aged, worn… a wanderer hobbled into the village more dragging a heavy, gnarled walking staff than leaning on it. Gray streams of matted hair pressed his gnobby skull as dust rose from the unkempt robes with each wearied step.
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