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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Owakeri's Autobiography - Entry 20

The old tauren sits at one of the low flat tables of the Animal hunched over a parchment. His shoulders are slumped, his hand trembles with age, his face seems almost sunken like he was sucking in air through pursed lips. The fur on his snout and mane was always grey but now it seemed dim... like it was turning to dust. There was a haunted look in his eyes as he writes on the parchment, carefully tracing each letter, painstakingly.
Viho....
Viho....
Viho...
Viho...
Viho...
Viho... Viho... Viho...
What.... have I done?
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