PREVIEW
... Poetry Society arrived as promised.
This man, dressed in a hooded cloak, passed through Dar Alley like a ghost and came before the gate of No. 2 Cork Street, lifting his head to gaze at the imposing Death Serpent Banyan with a look of awe in his eyes.
In the once-holy land of the Death Poetry Society at Atobur, there also had been a similar plant.
Its existence had always been a symbol of the holy land of the Death Poetry Society, and it was once one of their essential in ...
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