Bedlam: Fourth Book of the Nameless Chronicle
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“Rush?” A deep voice came from the bedroom. It wasn’t particularly pleasant on the ears, but to her it was music. “You were supposed to be fast. How much longer will I have to wait?”
“No more, Bones,” she said as she went for the bedroom.
“Not one more second.”
THE END
Everyone is, at heart, a creator.
But when all is said and done, no work truly belongs to the maker.
The element of chance always plays a hand.
Both are necessary for a tale to be told.
What happens after that belongs to the listener.
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