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The year is 2046 BC and the king grows tired of his court.

You enter his tainted halls seeking aid for the plague that has stricken your crops.

His gaze meets yours and your primal instincts now shout only one word:

RUN.


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2023-06-08 20:44:48 Love this! More little stories >:D
2023-06-06 17:10:16 Love this! More little stories >:D

Love this! More little stories >:D