Perhaps the palms had been whispering warnings in the sultry breeze.




(No Ratings Yet)This is not one of your fictions where people bleed ink.




(No Ratings Yet)From where they stood, they could see the castle.




(No Ratings Yet)Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.




(No Ratings Yet)Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle.




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