
Nate Chronik
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There is a rumour that floats through our world. The mere whisper of a rumour.
It dances through shadow and scurries under stars. It is a wisp that lingers in quiet places--where memories a…


There is a rumour that floats through our world. The mere whisper of a rumour.
It dances through shadow and scurries under stars. It is a wisp that lingers in quiet places--where memories a…