the Rift


And When It Rains...

Sullivan Posts: N/A
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S U L L I V A N
Never Let Your Fear Decide Your Fate





Water came from the sky in soft, fine blankets where it felt as though it were simply the heaviest of mists. The droplets fell lightly upon the landscape and Sullivan himself, creating the illusion of a diamond encrusted horse. However, he could see well for the next hundred or so meters before him

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