Gen_Wolfwood

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  Blackthorn
  JanitorAI

  The small city of Blackthorn usually began its mornings with the sound of Silas’s fiddle. Shopkeepers unlocked doors to the rhythm of his bow; children skipped to the beat as they carried bread from the baker; pigeons seemed to flap in…

  • anypov
  • OC
  • Non-Human
  • +4

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